Semua Bab His Mafia Princess : Bab 121 - Bab 130

"Chocolate. Always chocolate," he said, referring to my piece. "What did you get?" I asked, poking at his piece. "The dreaded ice cream cake," he said, mocking me. "It's deceptive and not what it claims to be," I said, defending my lack of desire to try ice cream cakes. "That's too bad. It's double fudge brownie. You would love this," he said, taunting me with my favorite ice cream flavor before putting the spoon in his mouth. "So good."As I took a stab at my cake, my mind wandered back to what he said to Kenny about sex. Last time I asked if he meant it, he wouldn't give me a straight answer. "So what would you do if you could never fuck my pussy again?" I asked him as I ate my first bite of the cake. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he asked, choking on his ice cream. "Just, hypothetically, if you could never have my pussy again in any way, would you still want me?" I asked, losing interest in th

Six weeks later…"What do you think? Is this what you had in mind?" my mom asked me, showing me a preliminary sketch for Stacy's engagement ring. My mom and Willow only just made it to New York to see us since we got back from being on the run. They were staying with Kenny and Marlene, as they had far more room than us. Keeping things from them was hard, but it was for their own safety. This was something I was more than ready to share with my artistic mom though. I was having Stacy's engagement ring custom made for her. After I finally got a gallery owner to take a shine to the photos I took of Europe's vibrant sights, I was having my first show tomorrow night. Fingers crossed I sold enough photos to afford this elaborate piece I had in my head."Will two weeks be enough time to have it made? What if she hates it? Should I just buy a ring? You can stop me anytime here guys," I said nervously, passing my mom's sketch pad to Willow. "It

Having bought Stacy the time she so desperately needed, I decided to call it a day early and check in on her. This time wasn't like last semester. She didn't want to fuck constantly. Instead, she brought up therapy a lot, telling me how much it helped. She was six sessions in and seemed calmer for it. Between studying and therapy, she barely had time for me, but I made sure we shared meals together just so we could check in. When therapy became too heavy a topic for her, she talked about her studies and I showed her the new photographs I took that day. Graduating was important to her. When she asked to complete the semester next year, they basically told her it was now or never as she had been at NYU too long. The pressure was immense. All I wanted to do was be supportive. While I stopped to buy her Water Lilies from a street vendor, I had no idea about the events unfolding in our apartment. "Baby, I'm home," I let her know as I entered the kitchen. "Stace are you—" The word

True to my word that she could have me whenever she wanted, I dropped everything the moment she texted. Hotels, motels, bnbs. Even her grandfather's mansion once. She had me fucking her all over Manhattan. "Thirty-three minutes isn't enough time," I said, my lips slamming into hers, fingers unbuttoning her blouse the moment I got to the cabin she picked two weeks in. "Sounds like you're saying you can't get the job done, Scottie," she said, hastily working on the buttons of my shirt. No, what I was saying was thirty-three minutes wasn't nearly enough time with her. This was so fucking hot. The detailed planning. The exact time I was allotted to make her come. Never knowing where or when it was going to happen. It was driving me crazy though. She still gave me mealtimes to check in with each other, but she was buried in books the rest of the time. I missed her so damn much. Just three more weeks. Just three more weeks, I chanted to myself in my head. "Just spread your fuck

"Now?" she complained with a pout, raising her hips to mine. "I haven't had come in my pussy for over three weeks, Scott." "Are you trying to get me to knock you up?" I asked with a chuckle, unable to resist a slow thrust into her just as the doorbell rang. "You do still have that implant in your arm, right?" "Fuck off. Put me down," she said, blushing scarlet red. "That's not a denial, Kendrick. Are you trying to trick me into marrying you?" I persisted in teasing her. Not telling my best friend that I was on the verge of proposing to her was really hard. She deserved the perfect proposal though. Not some half assed speech while I had her pinned up against the wall with my dick in her pussy. It was going to be a really long two weeks. "Such an asshole," she said, hastily pulling up her panties after I set her down on her feet. "Go get the fucking door while I heat up dinner." "Still not a denial," I said with a grin, watching her ass as she walked away. "Maybe you sho