Married to the Mob (Bianchi Crime Family 1)
“Babies? Amore, are you pregnant?”
“Surprise?”
“Yes. Hell, yes, Aria,” I growl, sliding my hand into her hair and pulling her close to me. Our boy pats my face, but I need to kiss my wife so I take him out of her arms and set him down in the play yard I have in my office. I might be a mob boss, but my kids mean the world to me—every single one we’re blessed with. Dragging Aria to me, I press her body to mine as I taste her soft lips. “Forget swimming; I need to get you alone.”
“Well, then, I guess it’s good that I asked your mom to watch Luca for the afternoon. All we have to do is drop him off in her wing.”
“I’m on it,” I growl, scooping up my little guy and hearing Aria’s laughter give way as I march out of my office to my parents’ part of the house. Although we share the majority of it, they do have a private bedroom for the grandkids to come. Luca’s the first of many on my side of the family. Gloria and Delaney have gone about it the good ol’ Irish Catholic way, and they’re on baby number four. We won’t be far behind if I get my way.
Right now, they’re in Ireland so that Delaney can handle matters over there because his brother ran their name to shit. I still regret killing Peter so quickly, but I can rejoice that he no longer walks the earth, and it will be the same for whoever tries to harm my family, because they mean everything to me.
“Wow, I thought you would have gotten here faster,” my mother teases.
“I was reveling in the fact that my little man said my name. Now here he is. You need anything, send me a text, but I think Aria could use some time to celebrate.”
“Enjoy. Say bye-bye to Papa and Mama.”
“Bye,” he coos. Aria spins around and I follow suit, giving my Luca another kiss. It takes us another ten minutes to pull away from him, even though we’re ready for an evening to ourselves.
“So, did you arrange this today?”
“Nope. I just mentioned that I was tired, and your mama demanded that I bring Luca for the night.”
“Are you tired?”
“My arms are tired, but I love holding him.”
“He’s gonna be too heavy for you to be carrying soon. When do you see the doctor?”
“Tomorrow, and then she can tell me what I should and shouldn’t be doing,” she says, glaring at me with that attitude that’s going to get her fucked nice and hard.
“Are you getting smart with me, wife?”
“I’ve always had a smart mouth. I’ve just been a really good girl lately.” Her eyes dart upward as she purses her lips sweetly.
“Little liar.”
She presses her hand to her chest. “Who, me? I’m an angel.”
“You’re the devil’s angel, and I’ll take the good, the bad, and the dirty any time, amore. Now, get on your knees and make up for that mouth of yours.” She smiles up at me, knowing damned well that’s exactly what she wants. Aria gets horny as hell when pregnant, and thank fuck for that.
Kneeling, she takes my cock out and slips it into her warm mouth. “Fuck,” I hum. The way she takes her times, dragging her tongue under my shaft and back up, swallowing around my head almost breaks me. The slow pace intensifies my orgasm, and my wife knows it. She wants to drive me insane and then let me nut down her slender throat.
The vibrations coming from her cause me to groan and I press my fingers around her neck, squeezing just enough for her to spread her thighs and reach for her pussy which I’m sure is ready to coat our wood floors.
I tug on her hair and look down at my gorgeous wife. “Are you getting ready to cream?”
“Yes,” she purrs around my cock. As much as I want to come, I need to feel her walls clench around me as I cum. I reluctantly pull out. “No,” she says, pouting.
“I need to feel you. I’m going to fuck you long and hard while you take your pleasure, wife.” Scooping her up, I lay my queen on our bed, parting her thighs and kissing her reddened knees before sliding my tongue through her puffy pink slit.
“Fuck me, my king.” I do.
“Forever, my queen.” I slam into her heat, taking Aria hard over and over until she shakes, moans, and arches her back while her pussy spasms around my length which always sends me with her. If she wasn’t already carrying my baby, she’d be pregnant again.
I’ll never get enough of Aria.
Aria
Ten years later
Five kids, and we have the sixth on the way. When Domani said he wanted to outdo my sister and her husband, I didn’t take him seriously. The man would happily put another ten in me if he could. I’m sure he could, but I’m not going to let him.