Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“Nic, you said we would talk—oh gosh.” My lips wrapped around one stiff, pink nipple and she moaned. My cock was completely hard again, stretching her sweet pussy and I felt an undeniable desire to fill her with my seed one more time.
Releasing her nipple with a pop, my lips whispered over the skin around it as I spoke. “We will, bellissima. But first, I’m going to fuck you again and make sure you’re full of me.” I started to move again, slowly at first, working her up into a frenzy of need. “I want your body to know who owns it, to greedily hold my come inside until it takes root and you’re carrying my baby.”
Her eyes widened, but then they rolled back in her head as I sped up and swiveled my hips. I groaned at the sensations rocketing through me. “Do you feel that, Gianna? Your pussy gripping me tight, milking me, begging me to come?”
My mouth returned to her generous tits and I alternated, taking each one in my mouth, opening wide to fit as much in as possible. My hips started a punishing rhythm and in no time, she was at the edge. Slipping a hand in between us, I pinched her clit, hard. She broke apart, and I covered her mouth with mine to swallow her screams. One last thrust and I drove in so deep, I bumped her cervix, feeling her womb welcome the hot jets of semen pouring from my cock. “Fuck!” I gritted out, trying to keep myself from shouting my release. “That’s it. Take it all Gianna. Every last drop.”
I needed her to be pregnant. I craved the sight of her swollen belly as much as the sight of my ring on her finger. I collapsed on top of her, holding my weight up on my elbows so I didn’t crush her. I touched my forehead against hers for a moment, then kissed her eyelids, her nose, and then her mouth.
She melted into the kiss for a second, then stiffened and began to push against my chest again. I sighed and levered myself up so I could look her in the face. I did not, however, pull out of her. Instead, I kept her pinned to the couch with my hips, my cock still semi-hard, sealing her entrance to keep my come inside her.
“You’re not going anywhere, mia dolce,” I growled. “You’re right where you belong, and we both know it. No matter what I do, who I am, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine.”
She wiggled as if to test my theory that she couldn’t get away from me, but it only served to change the angle, so I slid even deeper inside her. She bit her lip, the skin around it turning white as she held back a moan.
“Bu—but, you’re a criminal,” she stuttered quietly. She was always guileless, her thoughts and emotions clearly projected on her face. Her tone was filled with confusion, but it was less about what I am and more about her reaction to it. Or rather, her lack of reaction. She was obviously fighting against her instinct to accept me and the instincts of the good little Catholic girl she was raised to be.
“Life is not black and white, Gianna. The gray fills the vast majority, and, it’s where I live my life. I may do things that are illegal, or some would find morally questionable, but I was raised to be an honorable man and there are lines I will not cross. I also make sure none of my people cross them either. I have to lead, to be seen as strong and unbreakable. Sometimes that requires more force than others. I will always, always, protect you and Sophia, as well as the rest of my family.” Her eyes were searching mine as she listened intently, and I could see she was looking for something in my words to justify my actions enough that she could accept me without guilt.
I shook my head. “I am who I am, mia dolce, and I know you love me. So, stop looking for an excuse to follow your heart and just do it.” I lowered my head so our noses were almost touching. “I won’t let you go, Gianna,” I growled. “Even now, you could be carrying my baby and as soon as I can, I’ll be putting a ring on your finger, so everyone out there knows you’re mine too.”
“You can’t simply decide I’m going to marry you and start walking around referring to me as your fiancée, Nic.” Her lips firmed into a straight line, a defiant expression on her face. But, the effect had been ruined by the tiniest softening of her green eyes at the mention of having my baby.
I grinned. “Now, we both know that’s not true. Besides”—I raised an eyebrow—“what will your parents think if you’re pregnant and unmarried?”