Page 15 of Forbidden Surrogate

His dick easily pushes me over the edge again. We both moan together as my pussy pulses around Luigi’s cock and I climax again from his deep, intense penetration. I hold onto him more tightly as pleasure hits me in mind-blowing waves.

Luigi’s dick stiffens and I can tell he’s close as I feel my pussy responding to the swelling between my legs. Logic tells me to shove him off or at leasttryto get him to cum anywhere but between my legs. That’s not what happens. I keep holding onto him. I move my hips in slow, swiveling gyrations as I feel Luigi getting close and I try to fuck him back chasing a third orgasm.My movements and his slow thrusts bring us to an intense mutual climax.

My own intense wave of pleasure distracts me completely from Luigi grunting like an animal and pressing the tip of his cock against my cervix as he explodes between my legs. The first hot pump causes immediate panic, but Luigi’s hips force me into the bed and there’s not even a slight chance at an escape. He buries his nose into my neck again as more hot pumps of cum erupt from his dick and coat my inner walls.

“Fuck, that was good,” he mutters. “Fuck…”

His tongue darts out of his mouth as he licks, then kisses and sucks on my neck possessively, allowing his cock to drain every last drop of cum between my legs as he holds me there. He soaks his dick inside me so long that by the time he pulls it out, no drops remain from the tip. He must have unloaded enough to get me pregnant. The warm, squishy feeling between my legs feels so physically intoxicating that I work hard to suppress the logical part of my brain that contains the very real concerns that my kidnapper could have just… impregnated me.

And I let him. Luigi kneels back on the bed, looking down between my legs with a disturbingly proud expression on his face. His white cum oozes out of me and the heat makes me self-conscious enough to force my legs closed. Luigi slams his palm between my thighs to stop me from blocking his view.

“No,” he says. “I want to see.”

He spreads my legs open forcefully before taking a finger and pushing the oozing cum back inside me. I moan with pleasure as hot shame spreads across my face again.Why the hell is he doing this to me?Luigi moves his finger around my entrance possessively before pulling out of me slowly, careful not to wastea drop. He crudely wipes his finger clean on my outer lips and cleans himself off with his own tongue.

“Put your glasses on,” he says calmly. “I got what I needed, so you’re gonna get breakfast and stay in this room until I decide what to do with you.”

There’s none of the emotion I felt while we were moving together in his bed, just an icy, incomprehensible chill. TherealLuigi.

He leaves me alone and as soon as he closes the door, I remain still, listening for a conversation with his sister, or possibly a phone call. I want to know what the hell is going on, but I have limited options for investigation.

I don’t know what I’m waiting to hear, but eventually… hushed whispers turn into a loud conversation. Luigi sounds enraged, but Angela’s responses are all in a flat, uncaring monotone.

She’s out there too.My stomach tightens in a knot. What the hell did I get into with this man? Their conversation peters out after about fifteen minutes of passionate arguing. Luigi accuses Angela of drugging us both and she doesn’t deny it.

I don’t hear many of the details of what they say to each other after that, but I hear them getting dressed and then I become so sure the house is empty that I slide off Luigi’s bed to make sure they’re really leaving from the window.

Who are these people? And what the hell is going to happen to me?

Chapter Nine

Luigi

“You’re a real bitch,” Angela says after thirty minutes of driving towards Buffalo. Our fight at the lake house was a typical sibling fight. You both call each other the worst names imaginable but… you can’t stay angry for long. Angela and I have always been relatively close, even if she thinks all men are scum and I think about… other things.

“Thank you,” I respond sarcastically.

She ignores my sarcasm and puts on a smug face that I find particularly annoying for belonging to my younger sister. “Finally.”

“That was sarcasm.”

“It should have been authentic,” Angela says rudely, reminding me of the horrible fights we would get into during her middle school years when her sassy attitude peaked. “I got you what you needed. Pussy. Who cares if she’s black?”

I don’t have to glare at my sister for her to realize how fucking much she pisses me off. The thought of her discussing my sex life and considering herself a part of the decision making process frustrates me. I’m still a human, though. Delphine was… different. But different doesn’t mean bad.

We had fun this morning. And it had nothing to do with Angela’s drugs and instead had to do with… something unworthy of discussing with my sister.

“I know you fucked her,” Angela says after I ignore her comment, hoping she changes the subject to Taylor Swift or a Nordstrom sale.

“Angela, please. I’m your brother.”

“So when you and dad sent me to Pittsburgh to marry some fifty-eight year old freak, that was fine?”

“It wasn’t. But it was fourteen years ago. You can’t keep hanging onto shit.”

I know it’s not what she wants to hear, but I can’t tell my sister what she wants to hear right now. I don’t believe I was wrong for following my father’s wishes. He’s family.Ourfamily. And this is our thing – helping each other out. Finding ways to keep our cities in the hands of strong Italian families.

“You’re an asshole,” Angela says, her voice getting suddenly sad, like we’re not just bickering anymore. “You’re just like Leandro.”

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