Page 33 of Baby Bump for the Mafia Boss

“Good girl, that’s what I wanted. Go on. Take it all.”

I’m twitching, writhing, and out of control. All that’s focusing me is Dane’s intent expression as he watches me come, like he’s waited his whole life for this.

“Show our baby how her parents adore each other. She can be secure knowing everyone is happy.”

There’s something odd in his statement, but I’m too far gone to analyse it. As my orgasm ebbs away, he finally releases my hair. He’s been using it to hold me still as he pounded into my willing pussy, but he’s eased off, letting me recover. Pressing his palm into the dip between my shoulders, he leans forward until his lips are on my cheek, then keeps going.

“Lie down,” he purrs.

I bend my arm, and he supports me, settling me back onto the cool, shiny wood of the table. All the time, he’s fucking into me slowly, as though we have forever rather than this being an illicit interlude in his office.

He runs his hand over my neck, down over my breasts, squeezing them with seeming satisfaction. They’re bigger than they were now I’m pregnant, and I admit, I like the way he’s responding to the changes. He strokes his palm over my belly, and his smile is absolutely self-satisfied.

My man loves that he got me pregnant.

He grips my thighs and his expression goes feral. “You are stunning, princess. I can’t wait to fuck you for the rest of our lives.”

Then he reaches up and grabs my hand that was still at his neck. “But right now I have to take you brutally fast, and I need you to come with me.”

He moves my hand to between my legs. My fingertip brushes the slick ridge of his hard cock.

“Will you be a good girl and do what I tell you? Please,” he adds, grey eyes twinkling.

“Yes. Always.” I’d follow him anywhere. He loves me? That’s all I’ve ever wanted. To be loved for who I am, and Dane has done that for years, though I didn’t understand it.

His other hand finds mine and laces our fingers together. My heart expands with how joined we are. Completely entwined,from his blood in mine via the baby, to his cock drawing out the flickers of pleasure, to this sweet gesture.

“Make yourself come,” he murmurs, bringing our linked hands to one of my breasts. “Let me fuck you wildly, and I want you to touch yourself so when I fill you up again with my seed, it’s while you show me how much you like it.”

Unlinking our hands, he pushes my fingers together on my nipple, and it flares down to my clit.

“That’s right.” He’s released me totally now, straightening up, and grabs my hips. Then a second later, he slams into me, taking my breath away.

It’s exactly as he said. Almost brutal. But his face is twisted with pleasure and I can’t resist him. It’s a delicious invasion, and my clit pulses as I slide my fingers over it and my nipple. He sets a pace that’s frantic. He’s out of control, and I love it.

17

DANE

I’m right on the edge of blowing my load into the woman I love more than anything in the world.

I can barely think. Speech is beyond me. I just can’t believe I’m so fucking lucky that not only did I get that moment with Stephie in the cabin, I got her pregnant. And then when I was off wreaking havoc and revenge against my enemies, Stephie waited for me. She didn’t give up hope. She still loves me even though we had a misunderstanding of epic proportions.

My hips are working of their own accord, thrusting into my girl. She’s wet, and tight, and more heavenly than I deserve. And seeing her pinch her nipple, and the feel her fingers brushing my cock as she rubs her clit while I use her perfect pussy? The best part. We’re a team. I’ll do everything I can for her, but sometimes she can do things that I can’t.

And full coordination is impossible for me currently. I’m too overwhelmed with emotion and pleasure. It’s taking all my effort to keep from coming inside her. Hard.

“Oh, god, oh. Dane, I’m going to come,” she whimpers.

“Please.” It’s the only word I can think of right now. The one I never say, except to her. The only person who can bring me to my knees.

Her orgasm bursts, and it’s too easy. I give in. One stroke more, then two, then she’s yanked me with her into ecstasy. I pour myself into her willing pussy with a shout. It’s so strong my head spins, and I vaguely remember that it was like this before with Stephie. It could have been the drugs, but actually the euphoria is all her. I’m a broken man as I spurt over and over, deep in her. She’s already pregnant by me, but even so, there’s a savage possessive edge to how I keep my cock pressed right up against her cervix. I need to be joined with her in every way possible.

My knees are weak, my feet are stuck to the floor. All my muscles are screaming at me as I emerge from the blissful state of orgasming with the woman I love.

She’s flat on her back on the hardwood desk, breathing fast. Her hair is messy from my hands, her lips are pink from my kisses. Her legs are spread as wide as they’ll go for me, and I’m buried inside her. There’s a sheen on her skin. She’s the most beautiful she’s ever been.

Easing out of her is an ache, but necessary. I gather her up in my arms, bridal style, and carry her to the couch that has barely been used in all the years I’ve been in this office. We practically fall onto it. She shifts so she’s more comfortably on my lap, and I pull her side to rest on my chest. We recover there, our breathing slowing, skin cooling. I shut my eyes and allow her closeness to soothe me. The apple scent of her hair mixed with sex. Her soft skin. The sticky evidence of both of our desires leaks from her pussy onto my thigh, and I don’t care at all. In fact, I hold her tighter, just as I did that night when I got her pregnant.