Stolen by the Mob Boss : A Russian Mafia Romance (Bratva Hitman), Nicole Fox [best ebook reader for surface pro .txt] 📗

“I can’t either!” She wipes her eyes and laughs. “I found out yesterday, but I didn’t know what to say. I was so scared you’d be upset.”

“Never. Never in a million fucking years.” I mean it, too. As fucking terrified as I am about this news, I know that she’ll be an amazing mother. She’ll give this kid all the love he or she deserves. We’ll make this work, I know we will.

I pull her in for a kiss, but it turns into multiple kisses. She giggles and kisses me back. “You taste like you,” she whispers against my lips.

“And you taste like you,” I reply. I roll on top of her. She lets out another giggle, but that disappears the moment she watches me move down her body.

She spreads her legs for me, rocking on her hips to help as I pull down her panties and push the shirt of mine she likes to sleep in up higher. I still can’t get enough of her body. I run my fingers through the small patch of hair just above her center, teasing her clit with a few nudges before I get started. She’s already soaking wet.

I drag my tongue in slow strokes over her pussy, listening to hear her reaction. It happens immediately. She lets out a soft groan and a hand falls to the back of my head. She doesn’t need to say anything. I got the message loud and clear.

I work my tongue against her again, harder this time. She tastes just as good as I remember, and I’m hungry for her. I lap at her, over and over, relishing in the noises she makes. She squirms beneath me too. I place both hands on her thighs and squeeze them, keeping her in place.

“Tell me this is mine,” I instruct her, looking up. She meets my gaze. Her face is flushed, pink across her nose and cheeks, and her eyes are wide.

“It’s yours, Roman,” she says. “It’s all yours.”

I could listen to her repeat that all day. It is mine. She’s mine, just like I’m hers. I kiss my way up to her clit, taking my time. I want her practically melting for me. I tease and flick it, even venturing to lightly tug with my teeth. It all makes Lucy whimper with pleasure. Her body grows warmer by the second.

When I work my fingers inside of her, her head falls back. “Fuck, yes, Roman,” she cries. Lucy squeezes at her breasts, twisting her nipples.

I can tell she’s getting close. The moment she starts playing with herself, I know that her orgasm is right around the corner. My tongue is relentless, with a mind of its own. Over and over and over, I taste her.

“I-I’m close,” she stutters.

I curl my fingers inside of her, rubbing against the spot I know that tears her to pieces. When I find her g-spot, she practically screams, that noise melting into a laugh. “Fuck, yes,” she whimpers, rutting her hips down against my fingers and tongue. “Yes!”

I feel her whole body vibrate as she comes, but I don’t pull away. I continue to eat her out, sloppy, greedy to taste every last drop of her juices. She squeezes my head with her thighs, and a deep animalistic groan rumbles in the back of my throat. Fuck, she’s sexy when she gets like this. When she stops playing nice and holds me in place, riding out her orgasm with me.

Finally, I sit back, wiping my mouth. Lucy begins to push herself up when I put my hand on her chest and press her back into the wooden table. “I’m not done yet,” I tell her.

Her eyes are wide for only a moment, then a darker look crosses her face. “What’s next?” she asks.

“I’m going to fill you up,” I tell her. Her bare foot drags down my chest, then back up, where she knocks against my chin.

“I wanna feel it all, Roman.”

I grab both of her legs and roughly part them, stepping between. “You will, baby. I promise.”

I free my throbbing cock, slapping it down on her hot pussy a few times. She bites down on her lip and spreads her legs wider. “Don’t tease,” she grins.

I take hold of myself and press into her deep, all at once. Her face contorts. She lets out a delicious moan, and I don’t give her a second chance to calm down before I slide out and bury myself inside her again.

“Jesus,” she cries, her back arching.

My movements are rough and quick. She wants to play naughty, and I’m going to give it to her that way. Her walls constrict around me, hot and wet, and I shudder, pressing my palms flat against the table.

Each thrust feels like heaven, and I hear our bodies connect every time. It’s a perfect fit, like two puzzle pieces. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” I grunt. I take hold of her dress and pull it up over her head, stripping her completely.

With her chest free, I lean in and suck on her nipples, using the same force and enthusiasm I used on her clit. Lucy takes me as best she can, a steady stream of moans and whimpers falling from her lips. She brushes the hair from my face and meets my gaze.

“Show me I’m yours,” she says.

As if I weren’t already fucking hard enough.

I put my hand on her neck. It brings me right back to that night in the motel so long ago. The first time I touched her. The first time she ever made me rock hard. That alone seems to be all she needs, because Lucy’s lips part and she slips a hand between the two of us.

I add just enough pressure to her throat, squeezing only a little. It’s enough. In mere seconds, she’s crying out again, making a mess on my cock once more.

Her second orgasm is what pushes me over the edge. Her entire body