Semua Bab His Mafia Princess : Bab 21 - Bab 30

"Too sensitive," she said, her body still quaking beneath me. "Sorry," I said with a cheeky grin, flipping one of her nipples with the tip of my tongue to tease her. "That's what you get for going first," I said, slowly picking up speed again. I wasn't far behind though. My head was too filled with her to even pretend I could hold out any longer. Just as she was coming down from her high, I exploded into her. She watched me with the same fascination that I had watched her, still hugging me with her whole body. I loved her eyes on me so much, I swear it made the orgasm last longer. We stayed like that, not a word passing between us until my dick softened completely and slid out of her. I kissed her forehead and got out of bed, then walked my naked ass to the bathroom. I cleaned up as quickly as I could, trying to ward off the post nut clarity. This wasn't over yet. There would be time to overthink it later. Thinking of her, I prepared a wash cloth and basin of warm water and wal

That night as I laid in his bed all alone, I was ready to explode I was so turned on. His scent was everywhere. How had I never noticed that before? "Something's wrong with me. I'm on the verge of losing my best friend and all I can think about is fucking him," I said, staring up at the ceiling. Just as I was about to slip my hand down my panties, there was a knock on the door. It swung open to reveal Scott. "This doesn't have to be a thing," he said. "We can get past this." And that was when I knew exactly what I wanted. I didn't want to get past anything. I wanted more. "Sure," I said anyway, watching him enter the room. I was undressing him with my eyes, so I looked down. He sat down on the bed, gingerly getting in next to me. "You sure this is okay?" he asked, turning his head to me. The last time he asked me that, I let him stick it to me. Fuck, my head was dirty. "Yup. Totally fine," I said, his scent now hitting my nostrils harder. What would he think if I to

"Jason Segel kills in this role," said Kenny with a chuckle, truly the biggest fan since Segel's How I Met Your Mother days."Of course, we all know the greatest actor on Shrinking is—" Marlene began.Kenny jumped out of his seat next to her and said with a goofy smile, "The icon, the legend—"Marlene lit up when we all collectively chimed in, "Harrison Ford."It was one of those moments where nothing funny really happened, but you laughed anyway.Nice, Marlene. Getting up to speed on a show to meet the friends equals mega girlfriend points.The doorbell rang and Kenny rose to his feet again, clearly a nervous ball of energy."Food. I'll get it," he said, speeding out of the living room."I better go and help," said Marlene, following him out.It's been a month since the wake. I haven't really thought about Jenny or my mom much, on account of all the sneaking around Scott and I have been doing. I had this theory that surely by now Kenny must know

Another five months later…"There he is. My engaged best friend," I said, going in for a hug the moment Kenny reached the bar. "First you move out and now this. They grow up so fast. Congratulations, Ken. We miss you back at the apartment.""No you don't," said Kenny, returning my hug before sitting next to me at the bar."No we don't, but Stacy said I had to say so. She says hi and congratulations. We're really happy for you and Marlene. So when's the big day?" I asked, excited for my friend."I don't know yet. It just happened. When I do though, you'll be the first to know as my best man," Kenny said, flying high.He was so happy, it was absolutely infectious."Don't people traditionally ask if someone wants to be their best man instead of just assuming?" I said with a laugh."I don't care. I put up with you and Stacy making eyes at each other for the last five months every morning. And that wasn't even the worst of it. I was the last to find out about

"What's happening?" I asked, squatting before her, genuinely concerned now. "What's wrong? Do you hate the shelves? Should we paint the room? Did I get the color coding wrong? Let's have it. We can fix it, whatever it is. Would now be the time to tell you I took a week off from work and we're leaving for Vermont tomorrow?" I said, pulling the plane tickets out of my back pocket to show them to her. She took them from me, turned them over in between her fingers, shook her head slowly, then looked up at me and cried harder. "Nothing's wrong. Everything's wonderful," she said, trying to pull it together. "I mean, probably yes to the last two, but," she said, tilting her tear stained face to the side. We shared a little laugh and I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, for making me feel like I belong," she said, setting the tickets aside and taking my hands in hers. "I'm such a mess now. When am I even supposed to pack?" she