Page 60 of Sinful Daughter (Dark Mafia Sins 2)

“You don’t want to watch me suck your cock?” I pout between moans.

“Baby, I get to watch you suck my cock whenever I want. I don’t need a video for that.” His fingers pinch at my nipples, and he kisses down my neck. With each touch, my body begins to levitate with pleasure.

I moan harder as he sucks harder than necessary on my neck. “This is a reminder you are mine.” I already know my neck will have a giant hickey on it. Although he and my father get along well, there is still a side of Theo that likes to taunt him with our relationship. What he doesn’t get is that all Nicoli Rossi wants is to see his daughters happy. Not that I would ever tell him this. I like when he goes all caveman and wants to show everyone that I’m his.

We can finally be together in public. We don’t have to hide our kisses and love any longer.

Within a year of Theo accepting our world by leaving behind the life he had before me, my father had him become a made man. Theo is the top security person for our family. We were married shortly after in an intimate service that had the two of us and my family.

He thrusts deeper, and I have to hold on to his shoulders to not be lifted out of the pool. My breasts bounce in and out of the water, the warm and cold sensations aiding in everything this man does to my body.

Theo grunts, and I can feel myself reaching the perfect blissful sensation that only he can give me. My nails dig into his shoulders as I moan out his real name. His lips capture my sounds as he keeps pounding into me. Our kiss turns breathless with an urgency that knocks the wind out of me.

“Fuck, I love how your pussy chokes my cock,” he hisses.

His thrusts slow, trying to lure another orgasm out of me. His fingers stroke my breast, eliciting another moan from me. My body feels on fire with the way it tingles for his touches, the way it craves more.

“If we get caught, just tell your parents we’re trying for babies.” He grins, keeping his rhythm. We hold each other tight. The thought of making a baby with him has my hormones going haywire and wanting him to fuck me all night long.

“I love you,” I say, looking him in his eyes.

“I would do anything for you, Aria. There are no words to express that amount of love I have for you.”

Glancing over at the video monitor, I see the baby is still sleeping peacefully. Maybe my mother was onto something. Watching that precious one has given us baby fever.

His mouth aligns with my ear. “Wrap your lips around my fingers.” He places two fingers into my mouth and moves them at the same pace as his cock in my pussy.

I wiggle against him as my body awakens with wanting only what he can give me. He licks my earlobe, and I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips. I resist closing my eyes, wanting to watch him.

His shoulders strain, and both our mouths are open. “I’m going to enjoy watching my cum drip out of you.” His crass words spur me on. He’s not gentle as he fucks me, and I love every second of it. I love the way his calloused hands grip my body, ready to move me to his every whim. His fingers curl into my hair and tugs.

“My cock is going to miss these lips. You’re not going to get to suck on it until I put a baby inside you.”

He rips his fingers from my mouth, and his lips lock on mine, his tongue expertly swirling in my mouth. An explosion of pleasure shoots through me once again, and he muffles my cries. Every nerve is dancing, refusing to slow down.

He growls out his orgasm, and I can feel his cock swelling before shooting his seed inside me.

Reluctantly, he slips out of me, and my bottom lip pushes out. “Give me thirty minutes and I can fuck you in a different room.” He winks.

I watch him walk out of the pool naked, beads of water falling off his hard body. He wraps a towel around his waist and looks down at me, expecting me to follow.

I chuckle before adjusting my bathing suit to cover me before I step out of the water. The last three years have made our love stronger.

Glancing down, I can see his cock already beginning to swell, moving the towel outward.

Raising a brow, I look at him, then his cock.

“What can I say? The thought of you carrying my child gets me hard as fuck. And then it will be official to everyone that I’m fucking Nicoli Rossi’s daughter. He’ll even congratulate me and give me a cigar for it.” He kisses me, his towel falling off him.

“My father already loves you. You don’t have to impregnate me for him to show it.” I also don’t mention that we’ve been married for three years. People know we’re fucking. It’s not hard to know when he loves leaving hickeys on me for everyone to see.

“I know. I just like to tease. It grounds me. In the end, the only thing that matters to me is you.”

I love this man with everything I have. I will never forget his sacrifice for us to be together.

The End