Deception (Mafia Daddies #3)

Chapter 40

Chapter Forty

Rocco

A s soon as the door closes behind him, I spin to face Hallie’s death glare. Choosing to ignore it, I lift my T-shirt I insisted on her wearing to the appointment, another way to stake my claim.

“Sleeping pills? How do I not know about this?”

“Because you were asleep, Little Red,” I say with a cocky smile as I unzip my jeans.

Her eyes dart around the room before landing back on me. “Rocco, what the hell are you doing?”

I hiss when my palm makes contact with my solid cock. I’ve been rock hard since discovering she’s pregnant, and it shows no sign of going down despite fucking her multiple times a day.

“Giving you lube.”

Her mouth falls open, and I can’t help myself as step forward and position myself at her lips. “Lick it for Daddy.”

Heat travels over her cheeks, and I imagine it covering her glorious tits too. Then her little tongue darts out and licks over my swollen head, and I grunt in pleasure when her tongue dips into the slit. “Spit on me, Little Red. Spit on your daddy. Give me lube too.”

Her breathy whimper has my balls aching, and when her spittle lands on the head of my cock, I revel in the degradation of it. Fuck me, that’s hot.

“Such a slut for Daddy.”

Without me prompting her, she sucks on the head of my cock; the vibrations of her moans send liquid fire shooting through my body as I race toward my orgasm.

I palm her stomach and close my eyes—fucking bliss. “My wife pregnant with my baby, sucking my cock on a hospital bed like a greedy whore.” I roar with a thrust of my hips. “Gonna come all over you, Little Red. Gonna paint you in Daddy’s cum. Going to lube you up.”

“Play with your tits. Play with those big tits for me.” A string of saliva leaves her lips as she pops off my cock to pull the T-shirt above her tits. I slap my cock on her cheek. “Suck it,” I grit out, hating that she detached herself from me.

The sight of her tits about to burst from her bra has my fist working faster, and when she massages them seductively while swallowing me down, I have no choice but to bite my cheek in a hope to stave off my orgasm.

Her tongue works down my shaft and back up, then she sucks on my head like her life depends on it, drawing my cum out of me at a rapid pace.

“Fuck.”

I tug her off my cock and aim it at her stomach. “Fuck.” I buck my hips as I fire my cum over her softness, marking what belongs to me.

“Mine.”