Page 121 of Sins of Innocence

My baby girl comes on my cock with another scream, her pussy squeezing me with every contraction of her body in ecstasy.

Sliding my arms around her, pressing her body flush with mine, I thrust one more time and cum erupts from my balls, bathing her hot channel, claiming her in a way no other man ever will again.

Only me.

"Fuck yes, baby girl. You are mine!"

She pats my chest with the hand not still trapped between our bodies. "Yours." She collapses bonelessly against me, her cheek pressed against my heart. "So good," she slurs.

For the first time in my life, I wish I could make a baby with a woman I am fucking.

Fuck. Maybe I did. We didn't use anything and I'm not even a little sorry.

But I am responsible for her wellbeing. "Do we need to get the morning after pill tomorrow?" I make myself ask.

What I'm really asking is, does she want to make a baby with me?

"IUD."

That's not the answer I was expecting. She has an IUD? Why? She's not sexually active. If she had been, I'd have to kill the men she dated.

"You're on birth control?"

"For now. I'm supposed to get a new one this year."

Which means she's had it how long? I ask.

Some of the lassitude from her body bleeds away as her muscles tighten subtly. "After Joy."

"When you started working for that bastard, Shaughnessy."

She nods against my chest.

"You were worried about him pushing you into bed even then?"

"He was forcing me to work for him. He's an entitled asshole who gropes the women who work for him." Her body shifts and my mind wants to shut off in favor of renewed pleasure.

I don't let it. I put my hand against the side of her face, my thumb at her jaw, tilting her head up. I need her to look at me when I say this.

When her unique blue eyes with their brown ring around the irises meet mine, I promise, "When I kill him, he'll suffer."

It's a vow as sincere as the others I spoke today.

Her gaze steady, she nods. "Okay."

"Okay," I agree.

And then I stop being still.

With no condom to worry about, there's nothing to stop us fucking again.

And again.

And again.

"I know this is a mafia marriage," she says, her body already moving in sync with mine. "It's just..." She grinds against me making both of us shudder. "You're really good at this."

"With you." With other women? It's a mechanical slaking of lust, or pure stress relief.