Free Danger (Mafia Ties #2) by Fiona Davenport Page B

one hand sliding up his chest to cup his cheek. "But I'm still unbelievably angry with you."
    "Then take your anger out on my body, Gianna, and let me show you exactly how sorry I am."
    "But-" I tried to protest. Despite everything, my body responded to his dark tone. A quick twist of his wrist had his fingers rubbing against my G-spot and any coherent thought fled my brain.
    With expert strokes, he drove me higher and higher until I was fulfilling the first part of his promise, coming on his hand. Then he dropped to his knees, lifting my legs over his shoulders, and his mouth latched on to me. He ate at me like he was starving—licking and sucking while he held my hips down so I couldn't move. It wasn't until I'd come twice more that he lifted his head. I saw my wetness glistening on his beard before he wiped it against my belly, bared as the robe had parted wide down the middle. Then he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled his cock out. It was hard and bobbed thickly against his stomach.
    Without any preamble, he lifted my hips into the air, lining us up and driving inside of me. Sensitive from my orgasms, I felt every inch of him as he slid against my drenched heat. He was so big, my body had to stretch to take him all. Somehow, I was both uncomfortable and excited at the same time. Then he pulled out, only to thrust back in and my mind blanked as he pounded into me. Deep and hard. I'd thought he'd been rough with me the night before, but it was nothing compared to the way he was taking me now. Like he owned me, and my body loved it. I was caged between his muscular body and the couch, writhing in ecstasy, and even with what I knew about him, it felt like exactly where I belonged. When his mouth dropped down to mine, claiming it in a searing kiss, I was thrown over the edge once again, taking him with me.
    Chest heaving, on a panting breath, Nic growled, "Now we can talk. And you'll listen to me, with my come filling your pussy."

Chapter 2
Nic
    G ianna’s face was already flushed from the multiple orgasms, but her cheeks darkened with a blush at my words. I brushed a finger softly over the pink tinge, and my dick began to harden again. I was enchanted with my Gianna and her beauty, inside and out. My finger continued to trail down her silky skin, through the parted center of her robe and pushing each side open wider until I bared her perfect tits completely. She was such a contradiction, an innocent with a body made for sin.
    “Nic, you said we would talk—oh gosh.” My lips wrapped around one stiff, pink nipple and she moaned. My cock was completely hard again, stretching her sweet pussy and I felt an undeniable desire to fill her with my seed one more time.
    Releasing her nipple with a pop, my lips whispered over the skin around it as I spoke. “We will, bellissima. But first, I’m going to fuck you again and make sure you’re full of me.” I started to move again, slowly at first, working her up into a frenzy of need. “I want your body to know who owns it, to greedily hold my come inside until it takes root and you’re carrying my baby.”
    Her eyes widened, but then they rolled back in her head as I sped up and swiveled my hips. I groaned at the sensations rocketing through me. “Do you feel that, Gianna? Your pussy gripping me tight, milking me, begging me to come?”
    My mouth returned to her generous tits and I alternated, taking each one in my mouth, opening wide to fit as much in as possible. My hips started a punishing rhythm and in no time, she was at the edge. Slipping a hand in between us, I pinched her clit, hard. She broke apart, and I covered her mouth with mine to swallow her screams. One last thrust and I drove in so deep, I bumped her cervix, feeling her womb welcome the hot jets of semen pouring from my cock. “Fuck!” I gritted out, trying to keep myself from shouting my release. “That’s it. Take it all Gianna. Every last drop.”
    I needed her to be pregnant. I craved