His Mafia Prince

(JERICHO)

Wesley glances up at me in obvious shock. "You know?"

I nod and keep moving my hips sensually. "I know that you have my baby inside of you." I whisper as I thrust deeper. "I know you’re pregnant."

He moans, what I can’t really place between pleasure and relief. His nails dig into me. "How?"

Much as I’d like to discuss this issue with him, I don’t respond. I desperately need to come again and I don’t think this is the right time to discuss that. I nudge his thighs wider and shove my shaft deeper into him. I like how his slick leaves a mess between his cheeks and my thighs as I ram deeper into him. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything more delicious. I feel like he isn’t full of my cum yet. I want to fill him more than I already have. I want it deep in his womb. He is already pregnant, but the idea of my seed buried deep in his body thrills me.

"You know?" he whispers. I notice how his eyes shimmer with relief. "You know about the baby, Jericho?"

I nod and keep thrusting, arms spread over his back as I help him push his weight onto my cock. "I’m going to claim you, Wesley." I whisper breathily. "Do you want that?"

"Y...yes, Jericho. But are you sure?"

"Oh, I’m sure, baby." I lick then suck the base of his throat. My mouth waters. I like how salty and damp his skin is. I can’t wait to have a taste of his blood on my tongue. I inhale his sweet scent deeply into my lungs. It has changed, now that he is pregnant. It’s hard to explain the difference, all I know is that the scent changed. Still heady as ever. Everything about Wesley is intoxicating.

I roll my hips and I feel pressure start to build in my groin. My cock is so fucking hard that it is literally painful. The friction of his asshole is perfect. So, I close my eyes and give in to the looming orgasm for the second time, hovering out of range. He slips his hands around my waist, hole milking my cock. I moan, loving how the clenching intensifies my orgasm.

"Wesley..." I moan, parting my lips to give him my mark.