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Her body responds as if my cock were always forcing its way into an entrance far too tight to accept it. Delphine continues to climax around my cock despite the initial tight squeeze. She must like it. This time, pushing my way inside of her feelsharder. She’s soaking wet from my tongue, so that isn’t the problem. Was she this tight the other times I had her?

I know she must have been, butfuckthis pussy feels even better than I remember. Delphine moans louder, stretching to accommodate my dick but still aching from the tight knot moving in her abdomen. Her entire body feels different now that she’s pregnant and sliding my shaft into her tightness now feels like a challenge to avoid an orgasm until I bury myself to the hilt and adjust to the intense pleasure surging through me.

I can’t control myself around her.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good,” I murmur in Delphine’s ear, not expecting her hips to undulate up with lust, encouraging me to pump into her harder. And deeper. I fuck her into the bed like I missed her, slamming my cock into her pussy with possessive force that keeps her crying out with each deep push between her legs. She drips from her sex as she approaches climax, getting my dick and our bed soaking wet as I pump into her hard.

“I love seeing you pregnant,” I growl as I move our bodies closer together, feeling the heat from Delphine’s breasts, her hot pussy gripping my cock and then her bump pressing into my stomach. “I would keep you here and breed you forever if you let me…”

She shudders and erupts in a shocking climax, spurred on by my dirty talk. I hold her closer to me, physically possessive over her while I drive myself towards an intense orgasm. Delphine’s pussy tightens around me as she cums and with three more deep thrusts past her clenched inner walls, I finish inside her.

Fuck.My dick spasms and I push deep inside Delphine to keep every drop of my cum between her legs. I know she’s already pregnant, but I can’t shake the desire to force every drop of my cum deep inside her andkeep it there.

“You are perfect,” I whisper as I slowly ease out of Delphine’s tightness. “And I think I missed your tight ass pussy each day I spent away from you.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Delphine

After our hot reunion sex, the vibe shifts completely between me and Luigi. I don’t know how to explain it. Either he cast a spell on me, or I cast a spell on him, but something happened to fundamentally change the dynamic between the two of us, and I don’t know how I becamethis person.

He finally takes me to an OB/GYN and the appointment is the first time since we’ve signed this stupid contract where I feel like we’re in a real relationship, mostly because we bicker in hushed tones whenever the doctor turns her back. I already knew the man was a control freak, but he wants to controleverythingand it drives me crazy.

I might have signed a contract, but the baby is inmybody, not Luigi’s.

When we survive the doctor’s appointment, he turns around and asks me on a date. I sassily point out that I don’t have a choice because of the contract, but the truth is… I’m scared of the “vibe shift”. Does it really mean anything that he’s suddenly more affectionate towards me?

Is it just the pregnancy?

What if this doesn’t last when the baby gets here? I don’t want to catch feelings when I know that to Luigi, I’m nothing more than the incubator for his future heir. He verbally established to me several times that he wasn’t interested in long term relationships.

Am I this unaccustomed to the bare minimum that I think his temporary fondness for me counts as a real relationship?

It’s just one date. But we talk about the Bills the entire time and he doesn’t even shut me down when I bring up my controversial opinion that we need to get rid of our kicker, despite his record. He even orders dessert for me, so I don’t have to make the awkward hungry-bitch choice of an extra sugary dessert after a hearty meal.

This man gets it.

I try not to read into it when we go on another date after the first one. Or when Luigi buys me a real mink coat in a deep, chocolate color and insists I wear it to go to another nightclub ‘family event’ with him. I’m not too eager to head somewhere that could potentially experience another bombing while I’m pregnant, but Luigi promises to protect me.

Then he goes down on me, causing me to forget what we were arguing about, and next thing you know, I’m up on slightly more supportive high heels wearing a tight cheetah print dress and a mink coat at the club.

I don’t drink, but neither does Luigi. I meet his other sister Nicoletta, who goes by Nicki, his cousin Cosima, who goes by CC, and I hear about her twin sister, but don’t actually meet her, so the name slips my mind. I also meet his twin brothers back from Italy, Renzo and Gino, who barely look me in the eye, and then his cousins. I lose track of all the cousins, especially becauseAngela insists I play pool with her in one of the back rooms and help her “hustle some locals”. I don’t point out that she’s also a local and thankfully, Luigi warns her against hustling anyone so we don’t get in trouble.

By the end of the night, I realize that I’ve lived in this city my whole life and never enjoyed myself as much as I did while pregnant for this relative stranger, pretending to be a part of this big Italian family. From the outside, you always hear rumors about how tight-knit Italian families are, but it’s something else entirely to experience the bonds of closeness, the loud arguments, the hard-hitting truth telling and of course, the cooking.

No matter what happens between me and Luigi, at least our child will always have this connection to the Taviani family. I hope Luigi and his family can negotiate a peace treaty with Pittsburgh that lasts so these bonds don’t have to break.

There’s a rush from traveling around the city with Luigi that I can get used to. Now that I’m more pregnant and we’re more comfortable with each other, we go everywhere together. I’m no longer trapped at the lake house and no longer forced to endure life without a consistent internet connection.

The fur coat attracts almost as much attention as Luigi on my arm. I let Angela do my makeup sometimes too, because she finds it entertaining and I don’t mind that she ends up making me look like a mob wife. Even if it’s just a role I’m trying on, I find it strangely appealing. Plus, it delights Angela and I feel like I have a real family when the three of us are together.

Our relationship starts to feel normal. Well, it's everything I imagine a normal relationship would be like except for our unconventional beginnings. My previous relationships involved a lot of crying, arguing, going through cell phones and printingout screenshots. I dreamed of finding a guy who I could justconvinceto settle down. I also tried to find a guy who wanted to settle all on his own. Neither option worked. Either guys didn't want to settle down at all, or they would pretend they wanted to.

Dating in Buffalo has always gone horribly for me, so it seems strange and cruel that the man who got me pregnant in a twisted baby contract induced by binge-drinking and bad decisions is the one holding open car doors, buying me mocktails, and taking me out for steak dinners.

I don't even dare put a label on what's going on between us or worse, my feelings for Luigi. Our contract technically doesn't need more labels -- I'm his surrogate. Period. Just his surrogate. And my feelings? Well, in the context of the contract, they aren't important.

You can lose feelings for just about anyone or anything over time. Ask any woman who has experienced the displeasure of repeated infidelity. Too much pain can kill even the most toxic and addictive attraction.

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