Page 33 of Forbidden Surrogate

"Why not?" he whispers. "You need me to get you wet?"

He doesn't wait for me to respond. Luigi drops to his knees and my legs wobble in my heels. My ass slides into the sink bowl, forcing me to remain totally still as Luigi slides the sexy dress up over my thighs and underwear to expose me.

“I can’t wait to put my tongue deep inside your sexy ass slit,” he says in a low, deep voice, jumping out at me with dirty talk out of nowhere. Instinctively, I squeeze my thighs together as if that could be enough to change Luigi’s mind when we’re already locked in a small private space and he’s on his knees, about to put his tongue between my legs.

His fingers slide between the fabric on my panties and my skin. I feel self-conscious about every inch of me now that Luigi draws attention to a bikini line that I haven’t worried about ever since he dragged me into captivity.

“Your hair is growing out.”

He makes the mortifying comment worse by continuing his exploration with a finger, sliding between my lower lips and exposing a shocking amount of wetness. I have to stifle a moan and the best I can do to hide my pleasure is slide my body back away from him and plant my ass deeper into the sink, leaving me more spread open and vulnerable to Luigi’s hands and tongue.

I should have known he would interpret any movement as a sign of my excitement because Luigi swiftly slides my panties to the side and before my self-consciousness mounts to a height that causes me to protest, his tongue follows his fingers and he french kisses my clit with every ounce of enthusiasm. I can feel his desire as his tongue probes my pussy lips and the moan forces its way out of my body organically.

Juices gush from between my legs as he sucks on my clit and outer lips, alternating with teasing movements from his fingers, appreciating the curves and contours of my wetness until my body tightens and I can feel myself about to cum. My legs spread wider, seemingly against my will and I can’t seem to stop myself from pushing my hips up against Luigi’s face.

“Fuck yes,” he grunts, sliding two fingers even deeper inside me and making it impossible not to cum again. I lose count of how many times he makes me cum, but I snap back into attention when Luigi slides his fingers out of me and moves his face away from my wetness.

I glance down at him between my legs, staring into his eyes, which look crystal clear under the dark blue bathroom light. My clit throbs as we make eye contact, as if that simple action starts Luigi’s mind control over me.

“Turn around,” he says from his crouched position before rising to his impressive and terrifying height that reminds me he’s making an order, not asking a question. Dripping wet and vulnerable to him, I don’t make anywhere close to the sensiblechoice. Obediently, and against my better judgment, I slide my ass off the sink and turn around.

It’s better this way. I don’t have to look into his eyes while he fucks me and acknowledge that some part of me has been complicit in this interaction from the very beginning.

“Look in the mirror,” Luigi commands, unraveling my delusion that he could possibly allow me to get through this without intense, connected intimacy. Emotions take our contract from viable to downright reckless.

But it’s hard to avoid his emotions when he forces me to look into his eyes. Luigi positions himself behind me and commands me to look in the mirror again. I don’t dare disobey him, even if I would much prefer gazing anywhere else. Without looking down, he frees his cock from a pair of fancy black pants, swiftly unbuckling his pants and dropping them low enough that he can get his underwear down.

Desire pulses from my pussy throughout the rest of my body as Luigi slaps my outer lips with his cock. I feel a thick warm droplet of his arousal spreading across my outer lips like buttering a loaf of bread. I squirm as my thighs squeeze together, practically inviting Luigi to slam his dick into me from behind.

Thankfully no one can see me like this,The guilty thought pulses through my head.I’m not the type of woman who bends over soaking wet for an emotionless asshole like this one…

I hate his control over me. Instinctively, I shut my eyes to close myself off to him but Luigi raises his hand and strikes my ass so hard that I yelp and my eyes snap open.

“I said look in the mirror,” he growls. To cement his punishment, the thick head of his cock spreads my lips and he slides the whole length into me with one big thrust. Luigi’s hefty, muscular body pins me against the sink and I can’t move as he eases his hips forward. My face nearly suffocates me from myboobs pushing up against the sink and pressing into my body as Luigi forces his cock inside me deeper.

I have always had an ample chest that will never look demure enough for anyone, and right now my big boobs might truly end my life. I gasp for air slowly as Luigi withdraws his cock and gives me space to breathe. I barely catch my breath before his dick stretches me open again and Luigi grunts forcefully as he takes his pleasure from me.

“You feel so good,” he growls, pumping his hips faster. Our eyes lock in the mirror and I’m too scared to look away from him and prompt his outrage. Plus… this feels fucking good. So fucking good…

I push my hips back to meet him and I’m about to cum again when Luigi’s dick stiffens and I feel him getting closer. Our bodies move together as he pushes me over the edge of my orgasm and I keep meeting his thrusts to draw him in deeper and force him to cum inside me.

It doesn’t take long. He pushes me forward with one last deep thrust and groans like an animal as he erupts between my legs. Luigi’s cum gushes from his enormous cock and I feel the spurts of his seed coating the back of my cervix as he quickly moves away from me, allowing his dick to flop against his thighs after leaving a trail of his seed and my juices all over my legs.

Fuck…Why does it feel so good to have the nastiest sex with this deranged Italian man? He maintains eye contact with me in the mirror, making the post-sex guilt even more intense.

“I could have two more of these before the end of the night,” he says.

Then, the music cuts off in the whole nightclub. The silence is sudden and palpable. I stand up quickly and straighten my dress, turning to look at Luigi as I slide my underwear up. Bythe time I’m up to my full height – and more in those crazy ass heels – he’s fully dressed, with his brows furrowed and pressing a finger against his lips.

Okay, so I’m not crazy. There should be music out there.

Next, I hear a sound that’s all too familiar in downtown Buffalo, though I’m not proud that I recognize it.

Ratatatat.

Gunshots. Four gunshots fired so quickly that they must be from a semi-automatic weapon. Luigi reaches into his jacket pocket for a gun. I try to hide my immediate panicked response in the presence of a weapon.

“Stay close,” he murmurs. But the man doesn’t give me much warning. He pushes the bathroom door open as quietly as possible while all hell breaks loose. Outside the small nightclub bathroom, the screaming is so loud I can’t tell if there are more gunshots happening or just general pandemonium. Luigi moves towards the dancefloor like only a crazy, armed white man would do and I have no choice but to follow him since he’s my only form of self defense.

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