36

GIANNI

God help me. I could live off the

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, onlying up for air to check on my daughter. She’s asleep now, but the time wille when ounts are bnced and everyone gets what they deserve. Christopher first.

Right now, all I bwant /bis 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 s gone. I couldn’t think of a better way to w

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 band /bgleaming in the moonlight pouring through the window. An angel sent here to make my lifeplete.

I can’t remember thest time I spent all day in bed, even when I was sick, but today felt like the host normal thing in the world alter bringing her home from the hotel. ying with each other, dozing, and getting up to bshower /bonly 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 acfting to sink into her silken heat bagain/b.

Using my tongue, I fuck herb, /bgreedy for the honey flowing freely now that her body is waking up to me.

my tongue, forth the

“That’s good.” She moans, and it doesn’t take long bfor /ba wet spot to form under me, thanks to the cum already bdripping /bfrom my tip.

She’s a religion I will pray to again and again.

Recing my tongue with two fingers, I groan at bthe /bsight and scent of her. “You are so fucking beautiful,” I whisper before flicking my tongue over her clit, pecking out from beneath its hoodb. /bShe grunts, one hand finding my hair band /btugging while her hips grind against my face,

She’s already bing more confident in herself, taking what she wants. I bcan’t /bbwait /bto 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 bcock/b. Please.”

My aching cock jumps in response, but we’ve already gone through the marathon of insane, wild rutting btoday/b. 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 t, but not for long

“I can’t wait to get you pregnant,” I whisper in her ear, pressing a band against the ce bwhere /bour baby will grow. The first of many. I’m going to fill this house with our children. She’s the second bchance /bI didn’t know I wanted.

She keeps moving with me, though she throws a confused look over her shoulder. “Since whenb?/b”

“What? You don’t want to bhave /bmy baby?”

“Just…never

“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 bidea /bbmakes /bme 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 hern 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 toe. 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 bhave /bmy 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 bwhines/b.

bwant /bto be/b? 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, byes/bb, /bbI /bwant 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 balways /bintenseb, /band this one is no different. “Please, I need toe.”

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 pells 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, band /bshe falls back against me, her sweet sighs pairing with a flutter of muscles bthat /bmilk 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 bI /broar against her sweaty neck and my balls empty.

Nothing in the worldpares 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 bwind /bmy 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.‘

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Herughter is soft, musical, and still a little breathless. “You meant that, didn’t you?”

“What? The baby?”

She nods, and I lift my bhead/b, then roll her onto her back so we’re face to bface/b. Sweat has hair sticking to her cheek, and I brush it away while speaking carefully. “I don’t say things I don’t bmean/b. It’s important to me that you have our baby. I want nothing more in this world.”

e you wait this long if you want a bigger family?”

b“/bTatiana is already grown up. What made you

She has a way of asking the mostplex bquestions /bin an innocer way. I bdon’t /bknow whether I blove /bher 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 exin.”

“I’m not trying to be pushy. I only want to understand. What’s so different now?”

The fact that she even has to ask means I haven’t done a good job of showing her everything she means to me. I’ll need to work on that. She makes me bwant /bto be the bman /bshe needs and deserves. I’ve alreadye close to losing her too many times. I don’t know if I can go through it again.

When I think of it that way, pushing my pride aside and sharing myself doesn’t seem like too big of asacrifice.

There’s a single bword /bthat sums up everything, the answer to her question and every uncertainty I’ve wrestled with for years.”

You.”

Her forehead wrinkles the way it always does when she’s confused. “I don’t get it.”

“You’re the difference. And I don’t mean because you’re young and healthy. It’s taken me a long

my trust.

to find a woman worthy of

She follows me when I roll onto my back, resting her hand on my chest and propping her chin against it. I use my fingers tob through her mussed hair.

“Remember in the beginning when we talked about getting burned?”

“And all your scars,” she whispers, tracing the ridges of my pecs with her nails. It hasn’t been more bthan /ba few minutes bsince /bI came, but I’m already hungry for her again. It’s overwhelming, this craving. Enough to drive me out of my mind.

“That’s right.” bI /btake her hand and kiss the tips of her fingers. Otherwise, I won’t be able to resist her touch much longer. And this is too important to brush aside. For the first time in my life, I want to share what’s in me. It’s dangerous. No one knows bthat /bbetter than I do, but somehow it feels necessary.

“Someone hurt you badly, didn’t they?” There’s sadness in her voice, and I know she isn’t pretending. It hurts her to think of me in pain.

“All my life, I thought bonce /bI became the man I wanted to be, everything else would fall into ce. By the time I was your age, had already made a lot of money. Nothing close to bwhat /bI bhave /bnow but enough that I never had to worry about going back to bthat /bold house again. I never had to live that life. I thought I had it made.”

I can’t help but groan at the memory of that cocky, headstrong kid who reminds me of Tatiana when I think about it. “And, of course, bwith /bthe money came the girls.”

She nods, eyes twinkling. “Looking like you do, you couldn’t have had any trouble,”

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“My

trouble bwas/bb, /b

I was too young and too naive. I let my dick do the thinking for me, and by the time I figured I was being taken for a ride, it was toote. I bwas /balready married, and Tatiana was already here. I didn’t have anybody in my life to teach me how to be careful around people who smile at your face while they bhave /btheir hand in your wallet.”

I’m trying, really I am, but there’s still bitterness in my voice. Resentment bubbles in my chest. I resent that younger version of me most of all. He made it so easy for her.

“I’m sorry she did that to you.” She cups my cheek, softly. The opposite of Amalia in every way. There was never any softness there. She was always hard band /bcalctingb. /bOut for herself. That hasn’t changed.

“She admitted bonce /bthings went bad that she only went through with bhaving /bTatiana to lock me down.”

She winces. “That’s terrible. I’m so sorry.”

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“It’s taken me a lot and I mean a lot to consider bringing someone into my life.”

“Then I’m honored bthat /byou think bI’m /bworthy.” Coming from anyone else in the world, the line woulde off corny. Forced Calcting. I’d have no choice but to roll my eyes band /btell her to get out of my bed and my life.

But this is Caterina, who I doubt has ba /bcalcting bone in her body. She’s too innocent to be anything but sincere.

b“/bbYou /bare more than worthy,” I murmur. “I’m the one who should ask myself whether I’m worthy of you.”

ce our fingers together on top of my chest. It looks right; her small hand joined with my muchrger one. I’m her protector, and she is my sweetness, softness, the reason I do what I do. bShe’s /bbe my reason to live, the thing that bnces my life.

She snuggles against meb, /bwarm and happy and mine. All I can do is hold this precious thing in my arms and vow to myself that I’ll do everything in my power to keep her. Now I’ve seen what life’s like with her, and I’ve gotten a hint of what it can be without her. I know what I prefer.

bWhen /bmy phone buzzes, bI /bbclose /bmy eyes and only hold her tighter. The rest of the world can go away for a little while.”

“We’ve been here all day,” she reminds me with gentleughter in her voice.

“And the world hasn’t burned down yet. It can wait.” When the buzzing ceases, I smile to myself–until it starts again.

“Motherfucker. I swear to God, this had better be good.” I let go of her as much as I don’t want to and roll to the side, yanking my phone from the nightstand, unsurprised to find Roger’s name staring up at me. “What?” I snap.

“She’s here.” He’s tense, his breathing harsh. “Someone must have let her in. She’s looking for you.”

“Who?”

He doesn’t need to answer the question. Not when the door flies open, and a whirlwindes blowing through. A bwhirlwind /bwearing couture I paid for before cutting her off. Someone I swore I’d bnever /bset eyes on again except in court.

She flips the blonde hair I used to be crazy about over one thin shoulder. Her crimson lips curve in a c Caterina frantically grabs at the sheets to cover her naked body. This bitch. This destructive bitch.

knowing smile while

“Get the fuck out of my house!” My voice echoes through the room and probably carries out into the hall. “What do you think you’re doing? This is not your home. You don’t fucking belong here.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” she sneers while Caterina curls into a ball, her knees drawn to her chest. Amalia’s cold, calcting gaze sizes her up. “A little young for you, isn’t she?”

“I told you to leave,” I growl Caterina is the only reason I’m able to keep my temper in check, but I’m getting closer to losing my grip with every breath I take.

How the hell did bshe /bget in here? How d

did she know what she’d findb? /b

Who in the fuck has been tipping her off all this time?

“Get out before I have you dragged out,” I snarl. “This is your final warning.”

b“/bbGive /bbme /ba break.” She rolls her eyes. “I didn’te here to see you. I came here to see my daughter. It’s been too long, and

I’ve heard rumorsb./b”

Again, how?

Before I can bwrap /bmy head around what bshe’s /bsaying, her attention swings back to Caterina. “And by the looks of I guess you’re the little slut who’s been fucking my husband ”