Conquered by the Mafia Boss

Her eyes bead with happy tears and she touches my face, her thumbs trailing the edge of my smile.

“But you can’t leave me.”

“I won’t.”

“No matter what happens between the MC and the mob, you’re mine.”

“Thank you.”

My cock jumps in my pants when her soft lips crush mine. Her eagerness makes my dick throb, but I pull back.

“Thank me after I’ve filled you with my cum.”

Then I bend down and pick her up in my arms. My arm feels like it’s ripping in half, but I carry her to the bedroom and let her down on the mattress gently.

Beatrice looks up at me with a shy smile, her golden hair splayed over the black t-shirt she wears.

I’ve never done this before and my dick is hard enough to pound nails. There’s something exciting about it. She’s desperate for my cum, and God knows I love giving it to her.

I drop my slacks and briefs, cold air hitting my dick as I tear my shirt from my body. Her shirt flies from her head, revealing her perfect tits. A switch inside my brain flips and suddenly I’m on the bed, grabbing a fistful of her panties and tearing them from her legs.

A stream of pre-cum slides down my cock, and before I can let myself go, I look into her anxious eyes.

“I’m going to claim your body the way I should’ve on our wedding night.”

“Do it. Fuck me.”

She breathes it out as though it’s a thrill. I see it in her eyes and in the burn on her cheeks.

I launch forward. I can’t fucking take it anymore. Need to be buried balls deep into that pussy that glistens for me. I watch the shock on her face as I spread her apart with my cock, feeling her warmth hugging me tightly for the first time. Feeling her completely raw like this takes my breath away, and for a moment I stay sheathed inside her. Her legs wrap around me, and I pull back and thrust hard again, feeling her breath hitch. She reaches down my back, making my skin burn, and digs her nails into my bare ass.

“Beg for my cum.”

I lean back, pausing my thrusts to fondle her swollen tits. I bend over, sucking her into my mouth as she arches her back, crying.

“More. I want more, please.”

I flatten myself over her, my elbows on each side of her head as she bites her lip and digs her nails into me. It feels different. Somehow that thin piece of latex separated something a lot bigger than just a patch of skin. She’s not just some girl I married to save my ass anymore. She’s my wife. She’s going to carry my kid.

I wrap my arm around her back and the ache running along my cock grows, ever persistent. I ram my hips into her, loving the sound of her wet pussy smacking against my balls. A moan rips from her throat and excitement shoots up my chest.

“I’ll fuck our baby into you, but you have to come first.”

Beatrice’s feverish eyes find mine. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

I don’t think I could ever stop.

The pressure builds up behind the ache, and Beatrice edges it along with every yell she makes to urge me faster. Fuck me. Come inside me. Then finally she tightens her arms around my neck and falls apart, the tension loosening from her face as she comes.

I crush my body against hers and wrench her head toward me, tasting her minty breath as I moan in between kissing her. My hips dig in deep. I fuck her so goddamn hard the headboard smashes against the wall. Then I feel it rippling from me and I thrust so hard that she gasps. I yell into her lips but she keeps kissing me, and I feel my cock soaking her womb with my cum. An inexplicably mind-blowing feeling washes over me. My hips move of their own accord, pulsing into her as streams of cum continue to jet. I’ve never fucked a woman bareback before.

It’s fucking awesome.

I keep myself deep inside her, breathing hard as Beatrice runs her hands through my hair. She smiles at me. It’s such a beautiful thing that I forget myself for a moment. Then she pulls me down closer and breathes thanks into my lips.

A light, dizzy feeling fills my head as she kisses me hard, my muscles spasming. She massages the base of my neck and my chest tightens, heart hammering. God, I can’t get enough of her. I slide a hand underneath her head and kiss her hard as my dick swells inside her. Why do I want this so badly? I search my feelings, but I can’t begin to clear the fog clouding my brain. I just know that I want to keep coming inside her and no one else. As many times as it takes until that stick changes color or whatever the fuck it is.

She runs her fingers along my jaw and keeps staring at me as though I’m her goddamn savior. I find I don’t mind it so much.

“You happy?”

“Yes.”

Her grin is so wide you’d think I gave her ten orgasms.

“I want this. I’ve wanted kids since I was a girl.”

I can’t say I felt the same. Even now it’s hard to imagine, but what better way to give a middle fucking finger to the MC than to knock up one of their women?

“Good, because your pussy is going to milk my cock every day.” I dig my hips into her and she gasps.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Her freckles burn a deep red and I bend my head, kissing her cheeks.

You’re not just a biker bitch.

We’re way past that shit. I’m balls deep inside her, fully intending to knock her up and make her mine. She touches my face, the blue in her eyes seeming to spill from her irises. Then her pale eyelashes blink and the tears cling to tiny strands.

She gives me that look I recognize from some women-that starved, hopeless look that tugs at me. A finger touches my swollen shoulder.

“What happened to you?”

I shrug, and the movement sends pain stabbing through my muscles. “Forget about it.”

“You went back to the club, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, and I beat the shit out of some assholes.”

She makes a heavy sound but doesn’t frown. “I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“Since when do I do what you say?” I give her hip a rough pinch. “You’re my wife. They called you a cunt. Most guys get killed for that.”

“I don’t want anyone to die.”

I trail a finger up and down her neck. “How do you grow up in the MC and not accept that things like this happen all the time?”

The blaze disappears from her eyes and she sinks back into the sheets, looking so down that I feel like an asshole for rubbing it in her face.

“I’m going to have a lot of fun with you the next couple weeks.”