Mr. Fiancé(231)

He nodded and wrapped his lips around my left nipple as I eased myself down, the momentary flash of stretching pain giving way to deep, rumbling pleasure as I sank down on his cock. We both groaned as my ass stretched and was filled by him while his lips sent sparks through my chest. I gasped when I was all the way impaled, rising up and settling back down, stretching me the rest of the way.

We started slow, his cock filling me over and over in slow motion, each inch rubbing that secret point inside me that sent dark fire through my body and straight to my heart and brain. “Oh . . .”

He smiled as my hips lifted and sank on their own, and I started to plunge myself faster and faster, Tomasso and me looking in each other's eyes as his cock filled me again and again. My clit rubbed against his hard stomach as I rode him, the dual sensations leaving my mind whirling. In the middle of the maelstrom, there was Tomasso, his breath coming faster and faster as I clenched around him. He encouraged me, his hands supporting me as I let my inner passions run wild.

We were both crying out, gasping in pleasure, and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer.

"Come for me," he groaned, his hands tweaking my nipples as I lost all control. I clenched one last time as I sank down, screaming in pleasure as I came again, my ass and clit combining to send me into a delirious seizure of climax. I felt him shudder underneath me, his cock swelling, and in an instant, I was complete and in the arms of the man I loved.

I sagged against him, both of us sweating and gasping, not wanting to get up. "That . . . was incredible," I whispered in his ear.

“It was amazing,” Tomasso said, holding me close. I could hear the emotion in his voice and breathing. "I love you."

"I love you too."





Epilogue





Tomasso - Sixteen Months Later





I looked down on the sleeping form of my daughter, feeling a tear form in eye as I looked at her beautiful hair and button nose that she'd inherited from her mother. Leaning over, I gave her a kiss on the temple and stood up, wiping away the tear. "Good night, Princess. Daddy's gotta go to work, but I'll be back in the morning to make sure you get breakfast."

My Mariana yawned and turned over in her sleep, warm and content in the little one-piece outfit that we dressed her in. I found her teddy bear, a gift from her grandfather, and tucked it next to her, where she laid her tiny little hand over it. I watched for another moment before leaving, smiling as I came into the bedroom and found Luisa waiting for me. "She's sleeping well."

"She knows that she's being taken care of," my beautiful wife said, kissing me on the cheek. "Margaret is going to do a great job making sure Mariana's taken care of tonight. In fact, I think she's looking forward to it. Remember how much she was beaming at dinner?"

I chuckled and reached up, fixing Luisa's tie. She always wore a suit when the two of us worked together, and she knew I loved how sexy she looked in it. "You're sure you want to do this?" I asked, brushing a speck of dust off her collar. "You know you don't have to."

"Have you ever looked up what the name Luisa means?" she asked, a smirk on her beautiful features.

"No, can’t say that I have,” I admitted, tempted to pull her close and kiss her deeper. I didn't. There wasn't enough time to do what I would have wanted if we did. “Does it mean perfection?” I teased.

"Close, but your flattery isn't quite right," Luisa said, patting my chest and checking my tie. "It means 'great warrior.' Now, how am I supposed to sit around on my ass all the time with a name like that?"

"You're going to make a great Mafia queen some day," I chuckled in reply. The two of us left the nursery that was next to my rooms in the house and headed into the main hallway, where I found Aunt Margaret already waiting. "Your niece is sleeping soundly with Mr. Bear."

"That's good," Margaret said, smiling. "I actually have some work to get done tonight, so I guess I'll be using her diaper table for my laptop. How're you two feeling?"

"I'm good," I said, rolling my neck. "My wife didn't break my neck today in practice—just twisted it a little."

"I was just trying to squeeze his head some, make sure it doesn't get too big," Luisa joked in reply, causing Margaret to laugh. "But we're feeling good. Thankfully, Mariana still likes mid-afternoon naps."

"Those are a blessing," Margaret said. "I caught one myself, only an hour or so, but if the princess wakes up, well, I'm not exactly in my twenties any longer."

"You still look twenty-nine to me," I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "But seriously, thanks for looking out for Mariana tonight."