Becoming the Street Boss - Hayley Faiman Page 0,36

my finger inside of her. She couldn’t make me stop right now, nothing could. I continue, moving my tongue faster, my finger fucking her, feeling her pussy flutter around it. She’s so close, so achingly close.

Her fingers grip my hair tighter and then her entire body stills. She lets out a small cry as her release floods my tongue. Then, slowly her muscles begin to melt and her lips curve up into a small smile.

Turning to her thigh, I brush my lips against her skin as I slowly slip my finger from inside of her. She’s tight, I know I’m going to hurt her, but my cock aches so goddamn bad, I’m finding it hard to truly care too much about that as each second ticks by.

Standing, I reach for her and gently tug her from the edge of the bed. Sliding my hands up her hips, I grasp her delicate panties and rip the sides, watching as they fall to the floor in pieces. She moans but doesn’t try to scold me for ruining the fabric.

Curling my fingers in the hem of the nightie, I wrench it up her body before tossing it to the floor at our feet. Dipping my chin, I wrap my lips around her nipple, my eyes still focused on hers as I suck on her sweet bud.

Pippa arches her back, her body craving more of me, more of what I can give her—more of what only I can give her.

Reaching down to her ass, I squeeze her flesh before my hands curl around the backs of her thighs. Releasing my mouth from her nipple, I pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist as I guide her closer to the bed.

With her holding on to me, I sink my knees into the mattress, turning us so that I can lay her down against the pillows. I’m thankful the maids turned down the bedding so that we’re not on the comforter, something I would have serious reservations about, they are so fucking filthy usually.

Once she’s lying down, I shift back and continue undressing. Shrugging my shirt off, I toss it to the floor behind me before I start to remove my pants. Shoving them down my legs, I shift to sitting on the edge of the bed and finish taking them off along with my boxer briefs.

“Massimo?” Pippa asks.

Turning my head to look at her, I clear my throat as I make my way toward her, climbing toward her side and lying against her. She shifts her gaze to look at me, her eyes wide and full of question.

“Pippa?”

She shakes her head then clears her throat. “I’m not on birth control, you don’t have a condom, do you?” she asks shakily.

Smiling, I lean forward slightly. Touching my mouth to the underside of her jaw, my lips travel down the side of her neck until I reach her collarbone. My fingers dance up the side of her thigh and her waist until I reach her breast.

Taking a handful of her tit in my grip, I squeeze her flesh. She lets out a whimper, then a moan when I tweak her nipple. My lips move to hers, hover just above them, feeling their softness against my own.

“We don’t need one, dolcezza. You’re my wife. If a baby comes to us, then a baby comes. I’m almost thirty years old. I finally have the woman I want. I would love a family with you.”

“You don’t know me and I don’t know you,” she whispers.

Her words immediately piss me off. I try not to react, knowing that if I do, it will be our first fight and I’m not ready for that yet. I ache too fucking badly to be inside of her to fight right now.

“You have a lifetime to get to know me. We’re married and you know as well as I do that this is a commitment for life, Pippa.”

Shifting my body above hers, she opens her thighs for me. I don’t make a move to slip inside of her yet, knowing that she needs to be prepared to accept me. Shifting my hand between us, my fingers swirl around her clit.

Lowering my face, I play with her sweet pussy, sliding my fingers through her folds, then rubbing circles against her clit over and over until her body begins to relax and those sweet sounds escape her lips again.

Touching my mouth to hers, I slip my tongue inside of her mouth and I taste