Page 26 of Borrowed Bride

“Fuck,” she moans, tossing her head back and forth. “Don’t stop. Keepgoing.”

She’s so insistent and I have no desire to disappoint her. I resume my rapid pace of thrusts, tightening the arm I have around her waist that forces her body to curve, her hips to tilt and my thrusts to reach deeper.

Gianna whines and throws her arms above her head, spreading them wide and curling her fingers into the sheets below. Her breasts sway with each thrust, sweat gleams against her skin and each deep thrust makes her abdomen visibly clench.

I am in awe of her beauty. Dressed up, naked; it doesn’t matter. There’s just something about Gianna that’s under my skin and I never expected it. I could stay here forever, buriedballs deep inside her, and just watch the pleasure dance across her body like an orchestra of twitches and movements.

My thighs ache and my left knee complains slightly but I ignore it and continue pounding into her. She was quick to correct me when I changed pace too much and I learned that she needs a specific constant once she’s found her pleasure.

Today it’s me fucking her as hard as I can with her back bowed to hit her G-spot with each movement.

She’s drinking it up like a parched woman. Her head tosses back and forth once more and her hands move to her own body, cupping and squeezing her breasts. I’d do the same, but my free hand is keeping one of her legs up parallel against my chest, allowing me to thrust even deeper inside her.

I never want to leave.

“Yes,” Gianna chants breathlessly. “Just like that. Just like that. Don’t you dare stop.”

There’s a sudden teasing temptation to halt my movements and force Gianna to lose her focus just so I can stay here longer. A delayed orgasm is always worthwhile, but I don’t have the heart to see the disappointment on her face so I resist.

This time.

“Fuck.” I turn my face into her knee, kissing the soft, tender skin there as the walls of her pussy ripple around my cock. It’s taking all my restraint not to come right this second, but I’m determined to make her come first.

It’s always sweeter that way.

Gianna cries out and both her hands shoot to her flushed face, then they drop back to her nipples. She twists them sharply, and her entire body bows into a deep curve as she comes with a loud cry.

“Marco!”

The sound of my name on her lips, wrapped in deep, lustful tones, is all I need to tip over the edge as I crash into my ownorgasm with a deep moan. I bite her thigh, growling softly as my core clenches repeatedly and I pump my load deep inside her—well, deep into the condom wrapped around my dick.

But the illusion is hot enough.

Her body clenches and bows, writhing back and forth as pleasure overtakes her. By the time it’s over, we’re both panting and sweaty. I let her leg fall down to the bed, and Gianna groans, then she reaches for me, and I lean down on command.

We kiss lazily, and only for a few seconds until the chill in the air forces me to retreat and I pull out of her. I remove the condom with a snap of latex and toss it into the trash, then move to the dresser in my room in search of clothes. Giving Gianna her own bedroom works in terms of trust but with her lying naked on my bed, I oddly miss not seeing her things in the drawers next to mine.

Maybe one day.

Is that wrong of me to think about? That this could become a real thing? Something more than a deal and sexual stress relief?

Picking out a towel, I turn back to Gianna on the bed but she’s moved. She has one hand between her legs and the other in the trash can.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m sticky,” she murmurs. “I’m never this sticky.” A moment later, she locates the condom and after a quick inspection, thrusts her finger through a tear in the latex. “Shit. Condom broke.”

“Fuck,” I snort, handing her the towel. “My father’s demands for an heir might finally come true.”

Gianna slumps back onto the bed with a groan. “Doubt it. I had a pretty bad case of mumps as a child. I doubt I can even get pregnant.”

Something about that sends my heart south in my chest and I’m not sure why. Am I…disappointed to hear that? Giannamust be confident in her words because she doesn’t appear that panicked at the broken condom, but I will respect her wishes.

“I’ll get you the morning-after pill,” I say. “Just don’t let Dante find out because he might end up spiking your drinks or some shit.”

“He’d do that?” Gianna asks, her cheeks draining of their red flush as she cleans herself up.

“Fuck knows. But if he finds out there’s a chance you’re pregnant, he won’t leave you alone.”

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