Mafia Mistress (The Kings of Italy Book 1)

I bought it all and rushed the delivery. Whatever my piccolina needed, she would have it.

Deep in my bones, I knew. I was pregnant. I’d never gone this long without a period, and the shot was no longer effective. Fausto had knocked me up.

“Maybe they’d respect you more, if they could see what you’re packing.”

And despite the high probability that I would one day be murdered or arrested, I still loved my life.

Okay, paparino.”

He froze, his lips parting in surprise as he looked up from between my thighs. “What did you say?”

He was the hottest DILF I had ever seen

I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care. There was no better way to die, not for a man like me, than to be smothered by pussy.

“Because I need you now, Francesca. I’m so full of come for you that I am practically choking on it. Let’s go.”

Mariella took her sundress off, and I could see why Enzo would cheat on his wife with this woman. She was flawless.

I watched her juicy ass as she dove under the water and I licked my lips. I couldn’t wait to slap that bottom. To watch it bounce as I fucked her from behind.