❃ The Mob Boss and The French Mafia Princess ❃
"Shira," I warned, "Come any closer and I will stop the car right here and fuck you," I spoke with a stern tone, my hands gripped on to the steering wheel so hard my knuckles begged to come out. "Valeri...
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!!MATURE CONTENT: SEXUAL CONTENT!!
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Parking in front of our new house, I turned off the ignition and stared at the beautiful woman sleeping so peacefully. A thin strand of hair tickled her face, disrupting her sleep. Bringing my hand to her angelic face, I tucked the small strand behind her ear. A small moan of comfort escaped her lips, lifting a smile on my face.
I got out of the car and opened the door to her entrance, swooping her up, ensuring she doesn't wake up. My jumper made her petite figure look even cuter than before as the sleeves gloved her hands.
Shira moved in my arms, her face nuzzling into my neck and the feeling of her soft warm breathing against my neck had ecstasy running through my veins. She drove me wild. Never have I met a woman so expressive of her needs, the unique style of her dominance that was laced with her teasing was something that made my cock stiffen.
Opening the door to our bedroom, I placed her fragile body on the bed, not wanting to wake her or our little bean up. Just as I was about to pull away, Shira mumbled out of displeasure, pulling my hand near her closer.
"Hey, I am still here, amour, let me change. I will be with you soon." I cooed, kissing her tender cheeks. Shira released my hand and snuggled into the covers with sadness that made me chuckle slightly.
Stripping down to my boxers, I got inside the covers and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her close. Shira turned to face me with her eyes still closed and a small smile had plastered her face after I kissed her lips. "Buena notte amour. Je t'aime. "
(Translations: good night love. I love you)
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An hour goes by and Shira is fast asleep, her rhythmic breathing shows her comfort as I stroke her hair gently.
My hand travels down to her pregnant belly and my finger automatically draws small hearts on her skin. "Hello, my little bean, sorry if I am disturbing you but Papa can't help it." Call me crazy, but it has become a routine to talk to my future baby. It is just so relaxing, I love the fact I am going to be a father and have a family with the woman I love.
"How are you, little bean? I hope you are comfortable in your mama's stomach? I bet you are sleeping just like your mama is." I laughed slightly. "I can't wait to see you little bean, I can't wait to see how you will look like. A little mix of me and your mama." I smiled at how beautiful our little bean soul turn out.
"I love you and your mama so much, little bean. You're my world now. Good night, little world." I cooed, kissing Shira's hand before I pulled her close and breathed in her aromatic scent.
