Page 14 of Forbidden Surrogate

“You know I have money. I can make all your problems go away.”

“My problems are not financial.”

I laugh. “Everybody has money problems these days. Well, I don’t. But everyone else.”

“Cockiness is not a turn on,” she says before I turn her into a total hypocrite by forcing a moan out of her with my fingers lingering against her sweet spot.

“I don’t need to turn you on to cum inside you,” I whisper as I slide my dick out of my underwear and press the bare head against Delphine’s thick thigh to reduce the amount of time we spend discussing this.

“I want you so fucking bad,” I whisper, as I ease my fingers out of her and enjoy the vision of her gasping from my absence. I move my hips so the head of my dick presses against herentrance. She’s so wet and the heat emanating from her pussy nearly makes me cum instantly.

Delphine draws her hips away from me, but all she does is sink deeper into the mattress.Mymattress. Nothing could make me see reason at this point, not even Delphine’s screams. I want to claim her and finish inside her and… forget that this could have consequences.

Chapter Eight

Delphine

His firm, muscular body hovers over mine and I know logically this is my last opportunity to say “no” to this man as definitively as possible. I don’t want to blame my inability to fight him off on the fact that it’s been so long since I’ve had a man in my bed that my responses to Luigi spur a genuine conflict within me. He kisses me slowly and deeply again, forcing me to taste my juices on his lips in this strangely erotic moment before he pushes just the tip of his dick past my entrance.

Blinding, searing pain spreads through me when Luigi squeezes just the head past my tightness. I had some estimate of the size and girth of his shaft as he pressed his hardness against me, but nothing could have prepared me for how different it feels to have a big dick stretching you open.

I’ve clearly never had one like this before. I gasp and sink deeper into Luigi’s mattress, which does absolutely nothing to deter him.

“Shhh,” he whispers, kissing my cheeks and neck as I make a last-ditch effort to squirm away from him. “It’ll feel good soon. I promise.”

He moves his hips forward to plunge another inch inside me. Pain from my stretching entrance spreads through me again butthe noise that I squeeze out sounds suspiciously like a moan of pleasure. But it hurts. Damn, it hurts. I struggle to breathe and to distract myself from the pain. The only distraction I have is… Luigi.

He keeps kissing me slowly and then gets tired of my palms thrusting anxiously against his chest so he grabs my wrists and pins them over my head again so he can slide the rest of his dick inside me with full control over my body. His eyes are an eerie, icy shade of blue. Too pale and deep with the fiercely withdrawn expression of a man who has seen some fucked up things…

I close my eyes and submit fully to his lips and worse, Luigi’s dick sliding another inch inside me. Fuck, it’s starting to feel good. I only have about half his cock buried inside me and the craving for more swells to the point of desperation. He grunts and pushes more of his dick between my legs, causing our bodies to make a disgusting, wet noise as we crash together.

There’s still more. Luigi’s face reddens visibly as he holds my gaze and pushes forward with a final determined thrust to get the rest of his dick inside me. I cry out with pleasure that I can’t hide, even if there’s so much shame coursing through me that my body would give in to Luigi so quickly. His skin is so flushed with desire it’s almost purple and before he thrusts his hips inside me, a quick flash of anger appears and then vanishes from his face as suddenly as I notice it.

He moves his hips and my pain begins again, this time mixed with strange, deep pleasure as Luigi’s quick thrusts turn into urgent, impatient pounding. Our bodies are wet with sweat and desire within seconds, and the mounting tightness between my legs betrays my body’s fucked up yearnings. Luigi grunts loudly with pleasure, vocalizing every bit of desire as he pounds me wantonly.

I don’t want his aggressive, unromantic thrusts to feel good, but I’m only human. A large, Italian man with a chiseled bodypins me to the bed and fucks me like I belong to him and my body responds with desire. With “YES” instead of “no”. I give up on trying to escape him and he senses the absence of pressure against his palms as he pins me down.

He still doesn’t let go. His deep, urgent thrusts form a knot of pleasure in the base of my stomach and within a few minutes of us moaning and grunting together, the pressure becomes too much for me to resist. I try to reason my way out of having an orgasm, which doesn’t work at all as Luigi slams into me with his enormous, thick cock.

“Don’t stop yourself,” he murmurs into my ear, tickling my neck with his hot breath and making it even more impossible to pull myself off the edge of a climax to a more believably resistant state. “Cum all over my dick. You’re so tight. Fuck…”

He fucks me faster after receiving his own encouragement, and Luigi’s enthusiasm, the wetness between us and the repeated friction between my legs are impossible for me to fight. I cry out with the most uncontrolled pleasure and Luigi responds by thrusting into me slower and deeper than any of his previous thrusts, slamming our hips together.

I cum like I never have before all over my kidnapper’s dick. The only pain I feel this time is emotional. My body is on cloud nine and utterly unbothered by the consequences of letting a strange psychopath fuck me however he wants.

“Don’t stop…” I whisper instead, though it feels like the voice comes from someone else. I know I’m not the one begging this strange man to fuck me senseless. But here we are. Luigi releases my wrists, giving me every opportunity to scratch his eyes out or push him off of me. Instead, my nails sink into his back with nothing but the pure desire to feel his hefty muscles beneath my palms and hold onto his broad back while he slams into me.

“I don’t want to stop,” Luigi says as he holds my gaze again. This time, I don’t look away. If I’m going to let this happen to meand cum all over my kidnapper’s dick… I can at least try to enjoy it. He enjoys the way I look at him because the closest thing I’ve seen him produce to a smile crosses his face.

“Good,” he says. “Good girl.”

He kisses me again, wetting my lips once more with my juices and worse, his taste. There’s something delicious about his lips. I want to suck on his lower lip, so when he’s about to pull away, I experiment with doing just that. Luigi makes a soft, masculine grunt of pleasure and then pounds into me harder. I don’t think about the risk of what he could do to me for the next… 39 weeks. I just keep chasing the high of that first intense climax around his cock.

I already feel myself getting close. Touching his body helps me to feel his warmth, his effort and… his loneliness. I can tell from the way we move together that it’s been a long time for both of us. Luigi’s grunting gets more aggressive and his breathing more shallow as he approaches a climax.

I want another one so badly that my hips move towards him as I fuck my kidnapper back from below while he pounds my pussy with unbridled desire.

“God, yes…” he grunts. “Cum again, baby… I want to feel you cum again…”

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