Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Without any preamble, he lifted my hips into the air, lining us up and driving inside of me. Sensitive from my orgasms, I felt every inch of him as he slid against my drenched heat. He was so big, my body had to stretch to take him all. Somehow, I was both uncomfortable and excited at the same time. Then he pulled out, only to thrust back in and my mind blanked as he pounded into me. Deep and hard. I'd thought he'd been rough with me the night before, but it was nothing compared to the way he was taking me now. Like he owned me, and my body loved it. I was caged between his muscular body and the couch, writhing in ecstasy, and even with what I knew about him, it felt like exactly where I belonged. When his mouth dropped down to mine, claiming it in a searing kiss, I was thrown over the edge once again, taking him with me.
Chest heaving, on a panting breath, Nic growled, “Now we can talk. And you'll listen to me, with my come filling your pussy.”
Chapter Ten
NIC
Gianna’s face was already flushed from the multiple orgasms, but her cheeks darkened with a blush at my words. I brushed a finger softly over the pink tinge, and my dick began to harden again. I was enchanted with my Gianna and her beauty, inside and out. My finger continued to trail down her silky skin, through the parted center of her robe and pushing each side open wider until I bared her perfect tits completely. She was such a contradiction, an innocent with a body made for sin.
“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.