Patriot and his Secret Baby (The Rossi Family Mafia Book 1) (19 page)

I quickly felt him work on my bra, Lance wasn’t messing around. He threw the bra across the room, then turned me around to face him. Desire was brimming in his bright eyes.
 
Lance reached down to his own clothes, taking off his button-up shirt, pants and underwear, leaving him fully naked in front of me once more. His dick still made me blush, now at half-mast. Following his lead, I stepped out of my lacy panties, fully exposing my soft, perfectly-waxed womanhood.
 

Once we were both naked I started the shower, cool water rushing over us. I jumped up and yelped, turning the knob so that the stream warmed. Lance didn’t seem to mind the cold water, but just stared at my naked body. The water splashed against him, washing away all the sweat from dancing during the reception. As the water warmed, he stepped closer to me in the large shower.
 

Those lean, muscular arms snacked around me, pressing my wet and naked body into his. Our faces were close now, dripping with water, mouths open and ready. He bridged the gap between us, kissing me deeply. Lance’s kisses were wild and forceful, taking charge of me. My hands snaked up to run through his hair, pulling at it. He growled lustfully, the sound rumbling deep in his throat. His tongue entered my soft mouth, letting us share each other’s taste.
 
His was musky, reminding me of the forest and fresh air. I could feel his cock, rock hard against my thigh.
 

We parted and he placed his hand on my chin, like he was inspecting me. Lance’s thumb moved up, tracing my full lips.
 

“Suck my dick,” he demanded. The drill sergeant came out in him, the mysterious marine who took what was his. His voice made me even more wet than the shower could. Slowly, I lowered myself until I was on my knees in front of him. My hands moved down his body, feeling his muscles. Finally, my hands latched on to the shaft between his legs. Lance sighed, happy to have his dick touched by me. His hand rested on my head, smoothing my hair away from my face. This time, I knew what I was doing.

I touched him lightly at first, tracing a line down his dick, then around his head. He shivered, even when we were being doused in warm water. Steam was starting to fill the room, heavy condensation sticking to the glass walls of the shower. After teasing him enough, I pressed my tongue against his shaft.
 
I licked him, my saliva covering his member, only to be washed away by the shower.
 
I swirled my tongue around the tip of his penis before allowing him to enter my mouth.
 

His hand grabbed my hair and I starting sucking his dick. One hand rubbing his shaft while my lips focused on the tip. I glanced up at him and saw his head was tilted back, eyes closed with pleasure. This made me start to suck harder, sliding his length into me faster. He moaned once I got to a good pace, head bobbing onto his member.
 

“We’re married,” he groaned, his hips thrusting to meet my mouth. His scent was driving me nuts and as I sucked on him, I could feel myself getting turned on. After a few more thrusts, he took his cock from me, pulling me up to my feet.
 

“You want this?” he motioned toward his hard cock, his face inches away from mine. His eyes were ravenous, wanting me.

“Yes …,” I whimpered in reply. With a quick motion, he pressed me against the glass wall of the shower.
 

“Then take it” he growled, pressing his body against me. I could see myself in the mirror across the room, my tits pressed against the clear surface. I felt a finger linger around my vagina, finally finding its place in my hole. It was a wonderful sensation, his touch made me moan. His other hand snaked around my front, grasping a handful of my sweet pussy.
 

His finger started to thrust into me, going deeper and deeper with each hand motion. At the same time, he stimulated my clit, his hand moving up and down through my slick cunt.
 

“Oh my god!” I moaned as another finger entered me, warming me up to prepare me for his dick. I looked at him in the mirror and our eyes met. His flashed dangerously, making more adrenaline pump through my veins. My hole was now sucking in his fingers, enveloping them, making my nerves tingle. When he sensed I was ready, his fingers left me and were replaced by the head of his cock, resting against my tight womanhood.
 

Instead of entering me, he swirled the head around my opening, driving me crazy, other hand still clamped to my front.
 

“Please ….” I groaned, my body yearning for him to be inside of it, “Oh God, please fuck me!”

That made him chuckle, his dick entering my dark petals with pleasure. I could hear him sigh as he was inside me. Lance started slow, his length disappearing into me inch-by-inch. I was ready for him, my body wanting him inside me, wanting him to fuck me in that dirty place. I had never felt so alive.
 

As I took his cock into my body, I realized how happy I was to be one with my husband. I was always shown something new, introduced to desires that I never knew I had.
 

Soon he was fully inside of me, the base of his dick pressing up against my body. I was thankful the hot water in the hotel lasted forever, since we had been going at it for so long. He started pounding harder, allowing his thrusts to be long and slow. Each one was deeper than the last, pushing into me and driving me to a breaking point.
 

Something was building in my pussy as he touched my clit and fucked me silly. The nerves in my cunt were telling me an orgasm was building. I focused on Lance’s movements. I loved how he grunted as he pounded my tight hole, how he smelled like freedom, and especially how he treated my clitoris.
 

He thrust, pressing me harder against the wall each time. I started to moan, my muscles tensing. All of my senses were heightened.

“I love you,” he growled as his dick disappeared into me. That sent me over the edge.
 

“Fuuuuck! I love you too” As his cock was enveloped into me, my muscles started to contract and release. Then, like a damn being broken by a flash flood, my orgasm was released from within. It washed through my entire body, making me cry out loudly in pleasure, not caring if anyone in the building heard me. My cries of ecstasy echoed off of the walls. Lance’s fingers did quick work of my pussy and as I was at the height of orgasm, he unleashed his load into me.

Lance moaned as he came, which made my heart flutter. The man humped me like he meant it, his seed gushing forth into me. His semen was warm inside of me. He fucked me as I came down from my point of ecstasy, moaning and shaking with pleasure. My cheeks were red from both the warmth of the shower and the good lay. After a few last movements, he left my body.
 

We both had to catch our breath in the shower as the water pattered against us. A few moments later, he nibbled on my neck. I was leaning against the glass wall, enjoying the feeling of his light touch after being handled so roughly.
 

“You enjoy that Mrs. Strong?” he asked me, hand moving down my wet side.
 

“Mmmmm,” I replied, closing my eyes to enjoy the moment.

After a few minutes to gather myself in the shower, I grabbed one of the silk robes that was hanging in the bathroom. They were crimson, with the decorative hotel logo stitched into the front. When I opened the door, a cloud of steam escaped with me. The bed was still untouched and I chuckled at the realization that we had yet to make love in a proper bed. As my mind wandered, I walked up to the window, which spanned the entire wall, then opened the heavy curtains.

New York City greeted me and I smiled back to it. It was a beautiful view from our room. Lights blinked, the city alive just as much at night as it had been during the day, if not more. I sighed and leaned up against the window, my shoulder resting against the glass. 

My hand strayed down to my stomach, where I knew our baby was growing. In another seven months, we would welcome a new member of the Strong family. It was almost surreal, but I felt a sense of peace about it. No matter what, we would be able to provide for him
―
or her
―
and give them the best life possible. 

As I thought about my future, looking out over the city, I caught something in the reflection of the glass. I didn't turn around, a corner of my mouth turning up in a small smile.

Lance's hands touched my hips first, lightly. Then his palms landed, grabbing at my flesh. They moved around to my front as he embraced me from behind. His breath was on my neck. It was warm, inviting. He smelled clean, like the hotel soap. Lavender? He smelled floral, but still manly at the same time. I leaned back into him as he planted kisses down my neck. 

We were both still drunk from making love in the shower and exhausted from our wedding day. All I wanted to do was stand there and watch the city in his arms. 

"It's beautiful," I whispered when he rested his chin near the top of my head. 

"Breathtaking," he replied. I didn't know if he was talking about the city, or me. It made me blush, even though I wasn't a virgin anymore. Maybe it was just that we were still in our honeymoon phase, literally, but he made me feel like my heart was melting. 

"I wish we could stay," I sighed. We had planned on renting an apartment after our honeymoon until we had the money to get a house for our new family. While it sounded like the best choice, I was still mourning the loss of the inheritance. But it didn't matter, having a wedding in front of all my friends and family was worth the fortune. 

“What if I told you we could?” He murmured.
 

I straightened and then turned toward him. He was smiling playfully.
 

“What do you mean?” I demanded.

“Well,” Lance said, “Your parents didn’t want me to tell you until tomorrow to keep it a surprise, but …,” His arms left me and he about jumped over to the bed, where our luggage was.
 

When he returned to me, one of his hands was behind his back, hiding something. I grinned and waited, palm raised.

He kissed my cheek, then deposited a house key in my hand.

“The keys to our new condo, upper east side.”

My eyes widened and they darted from the key chain to Lance, then back again. He laughed at my reaction.
 

“It’s a wedding gift from your folks,” he said.
 

“Oh my God … Oh my God!” I jumped up about toppling him over with a hug. We both laughed and cried. I didn’t care that the surprise was ruined, my dream had come true. We would have our own place to raise a family in the city I loved.

Finally, I had my freedom.
 

The End

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