Veiled Vows: An age gap, marriage of convenience, secret pregnancy, mafia romance (Mafia Lords of Sin)

“Careful!” Jasmine’s moan turns into a warning gasp and she leans up on one elbow, looking utterly disheveled. Her hair is sticking up in all directions, her skin is flushed from my eager attention on my path down her body and her lips are perfectly red from my kisses. “Your shoulder!”

I kiss her inner thigh and drag the flat of my tongue very slowly through her pussy, from hole to clit, as I lift my head and look at her in her pleasure-fogged eyes. “Darling, my shoulder is fine. Trust me.”

She bites back a moan by nibbling her lower lip. “Are you sure?”

“Trust me,” I say. “Put your leg on my shoulder or I’m not going to let you come for the rest of the day.”

Jasmine rolls her eyes in defeat and slumps back down against the pillows with a pouting groan that immediately turns into a moan as I bury my face back against her pussy. Her concern, while loving and valid, is purely from her overworrying. It’s been a few weeks since I was released from hospital and I’m healing well. Nothing is getting in the way of me and her.

Her moans trickle like pearl droplets through the air toward me, and both her legs finally rest over my shoulders where they belong. One of her hands slides into my hair and grips on tightly, so I focus on how her grip tightens and relaxes depending on where I place my tongue and how much pressure I use. I learned how to please her a long time ago, but I’m always on the lookout for changes.

Plus, Jasmine’s had three orgasms already this morning, so she’s overly sensitive which makes her moans sound deliciously whiney, something I absolutely love. Her clit throbs under my tongue, swollen fat from constant attention from my lips and tongue. As I wrap my lips around it once again and suckle gently, I slide two fingers into her soaked pussy.

Her thighs tighten briefly around my head and become a lock when I curl my fingers and press firmly against her G-spot.

From there, I switch between soft flicks of the top of my tongue and deep thrusts of my fingers to rapid flicks of my tongue and lazy strokes of my fingers. Each time Jasmine’s core quivers and her walls tighten, signaling she’s getting close, I switch it up and her moans of frustration are music to my ears.

I tease her, torment her, and unravel her until she comes with a hoarse scream and nearly rips several strands of my hair out.

I’m not complaining.

Her slick coats my tongue and I drink her down until she’s a quivering, trembling mess with her knees jerking of their own accord. Only then do I come up for air.

“Holy … shit.” Jasmine’s panting heavily, spread out on the bed looking comically deflated. Sweat glistens over her skin like glitter and her perky nipples entice me in. I crawl up her body, lovingly kissing her abdomen then higher. Taking her nipple into my mouth, I suck briefly and then kiss my way up to her parted, panting lips.

“Good?” I smirk, already knowing the answer.

Jasmine tries to speak, but all that comes out is an exhausted moan. Kissing her repeatedly, I nuzzle into her then roll to the side and draw her in against my bare chest.

“So good,” Jasmine croaks after a moment. “Though I don’t think I’ll be sitting comfortably for a week.”

“Only a week? I need to work harder.”

“How tempting. Although I have a meeting at twelve with Theresa.”

“It’s canceled.”

“What?” A surge of energy has Jasmine pushing against me. “Why?”

“Because she called to reschedule while you were in the shower, and she said she’d drop by for lunch tomorrow instead. I was going to tell you, but then you walked in here all naked and wet and expected me to remain sane. Which is impossible. So, my darling, your day is free to spend with me.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “What about my mom?”

“Your mom has her therapist at eleven, then she’s on a nature walk with her group, and then she has a dinner at seven with some ladies from catering about the wedding.”

“Alone?”

“Catherine will be there,” I assure her. “Don’t worry, she will be safe and there will be plenty of security, so if she has a moment and needs help, help will be there.”

“You really did think of everything,” Jasmine muses, her eyes still narrowed.

“Your mom is still pleasant to talk to when she’s not mixing me up with Alto,” I chuckle softly. “But I think this is good. Her therapist did say she needs to do some more independent things to help her ground herself.”

“And if something goes wrong?”

All the stress I managed to remove from Jasmine with multiple orgasms is slowly making its way back onto her brow. “If something happens, we will deal with it. Together. But as it stands, you’re mine for the day, and it’s going to stay that way.”noveldrama

“Oh really?” Her smile turns mischievous and she slowly eases herself into my lap, then winces as she sits. “Oh fuck, my clit feels so raw.”

“Too much?”

She shakes her head. “No. I kind of like it.” She wiggles against me, then lies down flat on my bare chest and tucks herself against me. I wrap both arms around her and hold her close, kissing the top of her head.

“Good. Because I’m going to spoil you today.”

“Why?”

“Does a man need a reason to spoil his fiancée?”

“No.”

“Exactly.” Closing my eyes, I slowly breathe in the sweet scent of her freshly washed hair and tighten my hold a fraction. “I don’t need any reason to remind you how I feel.”

We stay like that for most of the morning until hunger takes us down to the kitchen. Cooking together becomes a bit of a game, and we compete to see who can make the fluffiest omelete. Jasmine wins, but only because she switched the pans at the end and claimed my fluffy delight as hers while her charred mess became mine.

I got my revenge by fucking her so hard on the dining table that I broke the chair I was using as support. We ended up collapsed on the floor laughing too hard, and it’s oddly difficult to come while laughing. It just made the sex last longer, and I pulled another powerful orgasm from Jasmine’s body. Her aching pussy forced us to take a break, though it was difficult when she started sucking my dick in the car on the way to check on the theme park construction. Jasmine has such a talent for making things into a game and then leaving me high and dry.

Literally.

She got me so close to orgasm just as we reached the park, and then she bolted from the car laughing like a mischievous imp. I chased her down through the park—which was coming along swimmingly—and got her on her knees with my cock down her throat at the base of the Ferris wheel. There I fucked her face hard to reach my end and as punishment for making me sprint through the theme park while rock hard. I’ve never seen her look so smug.

We have lunch with Catherine, a suit fitting for me, and a shopping spree through high-end designer stores, where every clerk was tripping over themselves at the chance to dress Jasmine Falzone. She’s built a name for herself so quickly since her father died, and while Theresa played a part, there’s no denying Jasmine is growing into a powerful leader all by herself.

Even the Yakuza have been respectfully quiet, which is so unlike them, although the few friends I still have within their ranks assure me it’s genuine. There’s no more bad blood here, only a desire for money and success.

Our day together ends on a hill overlooking the sparkling city with a thousand stars twinkling overhead and the remains of our picnic cast aside when lust got the better of both of us. Jasmine’s claw-like nails tear into my shoulder as she bounces eagerly in my lap. Our combined moans carry in the night air and become one with the distant sounds of nature. Her pussy squeezes around my cock, sending my head into a spin with how eager I am to come. But I’m holding off because Jasmine asked me to.

“Whoever comes first is a loser,” she’d giggled in between kisses as we were taking our clothes off.

I think I’m going to be the loser. It’s almost impossible to get my dick to listen when the most beautiful woman in the world is rocking and grinding against me like her life depends on it. I cup her breasts with my hands, tweak her nipples, and kiss a path up her throat. Jasmine tips her head back, granting me more room, and moans when I reach her jaw and the soft spot just below her ear.

“Close?” I whisper low, sliding one hand down her ribs and waist to her rocking hips. “You gonna be a loser?”

“No,” Jasmine whines, lifting her head back up. “I’m not. I’m gonna win—Ah! I’m gonna win.”

“Are you sure about that?” Our eyes meet and I smirk. I wrap my arm around her waist and flip us over, and the second her back hits the picnic blanket, I start fucking her hard and fast, pouring in all my built-up sexual frustration and desire for her into each powerful thrust.

Jasmine screams and hangs onto my shoulders, her body jolting with each thrust. I pin her in place with my other hand and fuck her harder and harder, until my thighs ache and lower back screams at me to slow down. But I can’t.

I need to be inside her all the time. I never want to leave. I need her to know how much I love her, how much I desire her. I need her caught in the tendrils of ecstasy for the rest of her life. I fuck her hard, and what little control I have slips away into nothing.

I come so hard my arm nearly gives out and I’m barely able to hold myself over her. My balls tighten so hard it feels like they’re just as determined to be inside her as I am. Pulse after pulse of cum floods inside her, and just as Jasmine breathlessly laughs in victory, her pussy clamps down around me like a vice and she finds her end within seconds.

For a long moment we’re suspended together like that, floating in a sea of pleasure that exists for just us and sharing an intimate moment without breaking eye contact.

Until my arm gives way and I flop to the side, utterly boneless. We lay together in a loose tangle of limbs and twitching bodies.

“Holy shit,” Jasmine pants. “I win.”

“I demand a rematch,” I groan, dragging myself closer to her until her back is pressed against my chest and I’m nuzzling into her hair. “Best of three.”

“Oh really?” Jasmine turns her head and looks back at me, her eyes sparkling. “I love you, Ren.”

“I love you too, Jasmine.”

“Do you think we’re going to be okay?”

I frown softly. “As a couple?”

She nods slowly. “Yes. And as parents and leaders and just … in general.”

I tighten my arms around her and press a gentle kiss to her cheek, nuzzling in. “I think we’re going to be the best we can be. And that will be good enough. As long as we’re happy and healthy, baby included, that’s all I care about. Everything else will fall into place. Promise.”