GIANNI
God help me. I could live off the taste of this pussy for the rest of my life.
How many times have we fucked today? I’ve lost count of the hours spent here in bed, only coming up for air to check on my daughter. She’s asleep now, but the time will come when accounts are balanced and everyone gets what they deserve. Christopher first.
Right now, all I want is to forget reality.
My sleepy little bird awakens at the touch of my tongue against her pussy lips. “What are you doing?” she asks in a thick voice before stroking the back of my head.
“What do you think? You fell asleep while I was gone. I couldn’t think of a better way to wake you up.”
She stretches, her back arching, while I return to my task. I couldn’t help myself, finding her lying here, naked and gleaming in the moonlight pouring through the window. An angel sent here to make my life complete.
I can’t remember the last time I spent all day in bed, even when I was sick, but today felt like the most normal thing in the world after bringing her home from the hotel. Playing with each other, dozing, and getting up to shower only so we could fuck against the shower wall. No matter how many times I’ve been inside her today, I’m still hungry, my cock hard as steel and aching to sink into her silken heat again.
Using my tongue, I fuck her, greedy for the honey flowing freely now that her body is waking up to me.
“That’s good.” She moans, and it doesn’t take long for a wet spot to form under me, thanks to the cum already dripping from my tip.
She’s a religion I will pray to again and again.
Replacing my tongue with two fingers, I groan at the sight and scent of her. “You are so fucking beautiful,” I whisper before flicking my tongue over her clit, peeking out from beneath its hood. She grunts, one hand finding my hair and tugging while her hips grind against my face.
She’s already becoming more confident in herself, taking what she wants. I can’t wait to see her wake up to the sensual creature she is. Even better, I’m the lucky bastard who gets to witness that awakening.
“Fuck me,” she pleads, lifting my head with both hands. “I need your cock. Please.”
My aching cock jumps in response, but we’ve already gone through the marathon of insane, wild rutting today. I’ve taken her in numerous positions, hard and fast, slow and sensual. I’ve taken my time working myself inside her and forcing her to take me, but now, after all these hours, I know she’s sore, and I don’t want to risk hurting her. That’s what leaves me lying on my side behind her, lifting her leg to give me room to slide into her cunt—slowly and gently—while I roam her body with my hand and memorize every curve.
Her stomach is still taut and flat, but not for long.
“I can’t wait to get you pregnant,” I whisper in her ear, pressing a hand against the place where our baby will grow. The first of many. I’m going to fill this house with our children. She’s the second chance I didn’t know I wanted.
She keeps moving with me, though she throws a confused look over her shoulder. “Since when?”
“What? You don’t want to have my baby?”
“I do.” She bites her lip, her eyes shutting as she moans. “Just… never heard you talk about it…”
“I’m talking about it now. The entire world will know you’re mine, and they’ll know it’s my child you’re carrying.” The idea makes me grit my teeth and fight to hold myself back instead of pounding her harder like instinct tells me.
“Just think of it.” Dipping my hand between her legs, I find her nub and work it with my fingers. She raises her leg and hooks it around mine, spreading herself wider. “That life growing inside you. A gift I put there.”
She arches against me, whining in her frenzy to come. I respond by moving faster and deeper, flicking her clit until she tightens around my shaft. “You like that idea, don’t you?”
“God, Gianni…”
“Say it. Say you like it. Say you’ll have my baby,” I growl.
“Gianni, I’m going…”
“I will stop fucking you right now unless you say it.” The hand over her clit goes still, and I barely move inside her—not easy when I’m this close, but I have to prove a point. A groan of frustration slips from her lips.
“Please…” she whines.
“You want to come? Does your pretty pussy want to drench my cock?” She can only moan her response, jerking her hips mindlessly, desperate for relief while she fucks herself on my cock. “If so, say it. Give me what I want.”
“Yes!” she sobs. “Yes, yes, I want it! I want your baby!”
I chuckle against her shoulder before biting down on her soft flesh. The lightest stroke against her swollen clit makes her cunt twitch and flutter around my thrusting cock. “That’s my good little bird. You squeeze my cock so good. Your tiny little cunt is trying to suck all the cum out of me, isn’t it?”
“Please,” she rasps, straining against me. A deep red flush covers her chest, neck, and face. Tears slip down her face. She’s so fucking pretty when she cries. Her orgasms are always intense, and this one is no different. “Please, I need to come.”
Yes, because only I have that power. Only I can give her what she needs, what she was made for. “You’re going to let me knock you up?”
“Yes, yes!”
“And you’re mine? Forever?”
“Always.” Reaching back, she closes a hand around my neck and pulls me down for a deep, sloppy kiss that lifts my balls and starts the frisson of sensation at the base of my spine. I take her deeper and harder until the bed rocks under our writhing bodies.
She arches again, going stiff, hanging on that razor-thin line between torment and relief until the line breaks, and she falls back against me, her sweet sighs pairing with a flutter of muscles that milk me so tightly.
I have no choice but to give her pussy what it wants, letting go, releasing my hot, sticky fluid, bathing her womb in what’s going to make our baby. Blood rushes in my ears while I roar against her sweaty neck and my balls empty.
Nothing in the world compares to this. There’s no deal, no payday, nothing that can touch the all-consuming rush of pouring myself into her willing body. I could spend the rest of my life inside her and never feel I missed out on anything. This is enough.
“Shit.” I wind my arms around her trembling body and bury my face against the nape of her neck. “That was intense. I might not be able to get up for the rest of the night.”
Her laughter is soft, musical, and still a little breathless. “You meant that, didn’t you?”
“What? The baby?”
She nods, and I lift my head, then roll her onto her back so we’re face to face. Sweat has hair sticking to her cheek, and I brush it away while speaking carefully. “I don’t say things I don’t mean. It’s important to me that you have our baby. I want nothing more in this world.”
“Tatiana is already grown up. What made you wait this long if you want a bigger family?”
She has a way of asking the most complex questions in an innocent way. I don’t know whether I love her or hate her for it. There’s something disarming about her. She makes me want to share everything. “That’s not an easy thing to explain.”
“I’m not trying to be pushy. I only want to understand. What’s so different now?”