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)
Once I was empty, I pulled out, only to realize I was still hard and growing to the point of pain as my gaze dragged over her delectable body. Reaching down, I helped her to her feet and pulled her into me, taking her lips in a passionate kiss, my hands splaying across her back.
“You did so good, mia dolce,” I crooned. “I think you deserve a reward.” I slid my hands low and grasped the round globes of her ass, lifting her so her legs wrapped around me. Taking her to the bed, I set her on her knees, facing me. Our height difference put her almost eye to eye with me.
I twisted the G-string around my fingers and grinned wickedly when she gasped. The fabric pulled and caused friction from the strap running through the middle of her pussy. A shudder ran through her and it tensed my every muscle, causing the strings to snap. The sound seemed to mirror the tear in the last thread of my control.
I flipped her around and used a hand at the back of her neck to push her face down into the comforter. “Stay there.” My tone made it clear I expected to be obeyed, so when she lifted a little to look back at me, I spanked one cheek hard, leaving a red print on the creamy skin. She sucked in a breath, even as she moaned, and I raised an eyebrow, waiting. Once she’d gotten back into position, I gripped her hips with both hands, lifting and tilting until I was satisfied, and slammed inside her pussy.
“Oh, holy shit!” Gianna cried out.
It was the first time I’d ever heard her swear, and for some reason, it brought out the savage in me, and I pumped into her wildly. Every thrust sent my balls slapping against her clit, and she cried out loud enough that I put my hand over her mouth.
“You’re so tight, bellissima. So fucking soaked, your cream is all over my cock,” I groaned. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck” I chanted, trying not to shout in ecstasy. “I’m so deep. Tilt your pussy. Yes, just like that, oh fuck!”
The walls of her pussy began to bear down, strangling my cock, but she was so wet I still slid in and out smoothly. Her cries into my hand became screams, and it was all I could take. Lifting a knee onto the bed, I hit just the right spot and together, we splintered into a million pieces.
“I love you, mia dolce,” I panted, resting my head on the damp skin of her back.
“I love you, too,” she answered, with her body still shaking from her climax.
Our heartbeats calmed, and I helped her remove the ruined lingerie before climbing into bed and cuddling her into my arms. My front was to her back, and I laced the fingers of one hand with hers, setting them across her belly, my pinky finger rubbing idly over her engagement ring.
I nuzzled into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. “I can’t wait to lay with you like this, our hand resting over your belly, full with my child.” I slid our hands up to cup one of her large tits, squeezing as I added, “I want to see these spectacular tits grow and fill with milk.” My cock obviously liked the sound of those things too, because he was growing harder. Journeying our hands back down, I took them all the way to her pussy, dipping our fingers inside and finding her drenched. “You like the sound of that, mia dolce? Your pussy is telling me you do.”
She moaned as our fingers played with her clit. It seemed a crime not to give us both what we wanted, so I took her twice more, filling her to the brim with my seed, and ordering those little fuckers to do their job.
When I woke to the sight of Gianna’s sexy, naked ass bolting for the bathroom, I smiled smugly. I’d knocked up my woman. Missione compiuta.
Chapter Seventeen
ANNA
Ugh. I knew I shouldn’t have eaten so much yesterday, but I couldn’t resist my mom’s strawberry-ricotta bruschetta. Boy, was I paying the price for my over indulgence, as I puked so hard it felt like my insides were being forced out of me. I didn’t see any humor in the situation, but apparently Nic did because he was staring down at me with a huge grin on his face. I glared up at him, even as he laid a cool washcloth on my forehead and rubbed soothing circles on my back.
“This isn’t funny,” I moaned. “I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to eat one of my favorite dishes again after this.”
“You never know what cravings you’ll have,” he chuckled. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and bruschetta will be the only thing you want.”