Page 12 of Baby Bump for the Mafia Boss

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STEPHIE

Dane Bridger said please. He said please, to me.

His weight on top of me is safety and desire like I’ve never felt. And Dane’s expression, lit by the glow of the fire, is something I’ve dreamed of. Fierce and tender and entirely focussed on me. He’s unbelievably beautiful.

And hard. His whole body is as hard as the floor beneath me, but with heat. He’s resting on his forearms, and the long, thick bar of his cock presses onto my inner thigh, making me squirm with need.

He sways as he holds himself on one arm, and for a second, I don’t know what he’s going to do. Though, I don’t care that much. All my dreams are coming true, so the details don’t matter. And then I realise he’s undoing the clasps and zips that keep his trousers up, and the silky material of his underwear brushes against my inner leg. My heart rate spikes.

We’re really doing this, and he begged me.

He groans and touches his forehead to mine as he brings his mouth down and kisses me. Wet. Passionate. Part lips, some tongue, a nip of teeth.

Then his cock presses along my thigh, bare. I gasp at the sensation. It’s hard, and smooth. And if I thought his clothingwas fine and silken? His skin is another level. And when his cock pushes up into the crevice at the gap between my legs, I open. I invite him. I need him.

“Stephie. Princess.” He notches the thick, rounded head of his erection where I’m soaked, and still tingling with that pleasure he gave me.

His eyes bore into me, dark on one side, and gleaming gold in the firelight on the other. I’m not sure what to do, but I try to get my hands on his skin as best I can. To feel him and remember this. These seconds before Dane Bridger takes my virginity and makes me his, after all this time of pining for him.

I spread my legs wider, and he groans as he slides further into my soft folds, but he doesn’t push in. Almost as though he’s savouring this moment like I am.

“Yes,” I say again.

He brings his arm back up to beside my head, bracing himself more firmly, and takes a strand of my hair between his thumb and fingers, dragging it slowly out.

“I can’t believe…” he says brokenly, and then his lips are on mine, and he surges forwards, splitting me open. It’s a good job we’re kissing, because otherwise he’d know for sure that this is my first time. I cry out because he’s huge. He’s breaking me, stretching me out beyond the point I’d think I could manage.

But I keep him to me, kissing him back even as pain splinters my pussy.

Everything but him and the place where we’re joining, fades away. No cold stone floor, no snow, no danger. He’s hot and enormous, and I don’t know if I’ll survive being stretched like this.

I breathe through it as he keeps going, bigger and thicker and all-encompassing. The discomfort doesn’t get worse. It gets easier. The largest part of his cock must be the head, and Imust be narrowest at the entrance, because once he’s past there, there’s fullness and pleasure swelling.

“You’re heaven, princess. Soft and wet and so tight. You feel so good,” he mutters, as he withdraws, then sinks in deeper.

“Dane.” It’s only that word I can say. “Dane.”

Whatever I thought this would be like? It’s different. We’re not even naked, but it’s so intimate having him in me and over me. I imagined it would be a simple, one-dimensional thing, but it’s not. There are dozens of places pinging for my attention. His kisses to my lips. The pleasure and hurt of where we’re joined. The presence of his big chest over my little one. The parts I can manage to touch of him. The heat of his skin on mine and of his cock inside me. The scent of woodsmoke and sweat and after shave. The taste of salt, and of his mouth. It’s a clamour of sensations that are overwhelming and make my heart expand.

“I never want to leave this pussy. You’re so perfect,” he says hoarsely, and I melt from his praise.

He’s slow but certain as he withdraws from me and then slides back in. My clit twitches as he bottoms out and his moan shimmers down my spine.

And with every thrust of his hips, it feels better. It’s as though sparks ignite where we join. The pressure from his cock on the underside of my clit is delicious.

I whine, unable to make complete words, and shift experimentally, trying to get him deeper. My shoes have fallen off, so it’s not all that difficult to wriggle out of one leg of my trousers and knickers—I can’t think about the fact my boss took off my white knickers—and lift my knees.

“Fuck!” he groans. “That’s it.”

I can’t speak. He’s right. That’s exactly the spot. As he withdraws, the top of his erection drags over a sensitive edge of my pussy, and it’s heaven. Then as he rams back into me, harderand faster, the pleasure he gave me earlier with his fingers reignites.

This time, my body recognises it. It’s quicker, stoked by Dane’s passion and the fierce expression on his face. That and the hardening and swelling of his already enormous cock inside me.

I don’t even need my clit touched. Something about the angle is forcing more and more pleasure into me with every stroke.

Clenching his cock with my inner muscles as best I can—as though I could hold on to him like this—I pull at the bliss, coaxing it to rise.