Page 110 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

“Now, Gia. Come for me, my good girl,” I whisper in her mouth.

When she screams her release, my body explodes.

I capture Gia’s lips with mine, swallowing her frantic shriek. It keeps me from shouting as well as the orgasm rips through me. My back bows as I pump into her, releasing jet after jet of my thick release into her body.

Fuck.

It’s so insanely satisfying. I’ve never felt such pure joy during an orgasm as I do now.

I don’t pull out.

The vision of Gia, marked by my release…

I gently try to lean both of us down without pulling away from her. We lay, panting, on the tiny twin bed.

My feet hang off the end.

“Okay. I underestimated the bed,” Gia finally whispers.

“What?”

“I thought it was going to break if we fucked on it.”

I laugh into her hair. “It held up.”

“It held up,” she repeats.

We lay there, on top of the covers, our hearts slowly moving from a race to a steady thud.

“Aren’t you going to… you know,” she wiggles her butt.

I’m still inside her, and the motion makes me harden again. “No, Gia.”

“Oh. Okay. But why?”

I bite gently on her neck.

“Because I like marking you as mine,” I growl.

She tenses, and I want to kick myself for saying it.

Too much, Sal. You’re going to make her panic again.

“It’s a little primal, don’t you think?”

Her voice is light. Like she’s trying not to panic.

That reassures me.

“You make me primal, Gia.”

“Is it weird that I kind of like it?”

I laugh. Slowly, I pull out and grab the discarded towel, cleaning her up. “No, Gia, its not weird.”

She turns. “It’s not?”

“Of course not. Because, you want to know a secret?”