Page 28 of Forbidden Surrogate

There’s something particularly disdainful about the way he saysgossipy.I withhold a snarky comment for the sake of getting his bossy lecture out of the way.

Luigi continues, “You are carrying my child and that makes you the most important woman in the world to me right now.”

He seems to catch himself and scowls at me, as if I made him say something so dangerously close to romantic. Neither of us feels anything close to romance right now and there’s no use pretending.

“I’ll stay out of trouble.”

“That will be easy for you,” he says calmly. “What might be more difficult is my job. And Angela. You seem to be getting along with her well.”

“She’s been my only company for the past four days.” My tone is the closest I feel safe to expressing my displeasure.

“Well, you shouldn’t trust her. I didn’t drug you with pills and toss you in the back of the Tahoe. She did.”

“Is there anything else we need to discuss?” I ask him, keeping my body steady as his icy eyes flicker angrily to mine. The power struggle between us holds us both frozen in place. But Luigi has all the power here and he knows it. He revels in it. I don’t think he would have the capacity to open up at all if he didn’t have this control.

“Yes,” he says slowly. “I’ll remind you of what my dick feels like before we go out tonight. Take your clothes off and I’ll fuck you before your shower.”

I remove my clothes with defiance and mock reluctance, but the truth is, after four days cooped up in here, my body craves any stimulation – and I just tell myself that I have no choice and it will be much easier if I get naked and obey him. I don’t even try to say ‘no’ this time. I don’t physically fight him. I’m sure we both observe the difference and if I get naked quickly, he won’t notice.

I’m fighting him less. I don’t want it to mean anything, but I’m worried that this stupid pregnancy test has scrambled my brain completely. Do I feel more connected to him because of it? Because that seems dangerous. Almost as dangerous as stripping down before this giant Italian man and giving him another chance to slide his cock deep inside me until he cums.

I resist his advances with as much force as I can muster, but that just means leaving my underwear on after I strip down. Luigi’s anger melts just slightly, seeing me in just my undies and my chest throbs with inappropriate satisfaction. I shouldn’t care about pleasing him. I’m stuck in a manipulative web that is way bigger than any “fuckboy” situation I’ve been in before.

Luigi is a genuinely dangerous man and this family has… real power.

“You look better than I remember,” he says, running his hands over his face while considering his next move and scarily fixating on me as I return to sitting on the bed.

“I want your lips around my cock before I take you,” he says. “But you must be careful not to make me cum.”

He points to a spot on the floor before him and commands me firmly. “Kneel.”

Faced with Luigi’s cruel, blue eyes, all I want to do is fight him, but my body unwillingly moves me off the comfortable seated position on the bed into a more submissive position on my knees in front of him.

My heart flips again as Luigi groans with satisfaction and ushers his belt buckle undone with raw urgency. My mouth produces more spit in anticipation of him. Everything about being on my knees again takes me back to that first time with Luigi, and fear courses through me. When he frees his cock, I’m met by the hot flesh smacking against the side of my cheek eagerly as Luigi moves his hips to find a good position to enter my mouth.

He smells delicious, which seems like it shouldn’t be true, but the scent of fresh soap and Luigi’s skin emanate off his hard cockand physically, my body reacts in a way that it shouldn’t. I press the intrusive, lustful thoughts out of my head and allow Luigi’s dick to enter my mouth.

My knees sink deeper into the hardwood, sending piercing awareness up the lengths of my legs, and I wrap my lips tightly around the oozing head of his cock. Tasting him provides a welcome distraction. My wet spit soaks the head of Luigi’s cock and from his first, eager groan I push my head forward to take more of him into my mouth.

The girth spreads my lips wider apart as Luigi struggles to force his cock deeper into my mouth. He’s so big that pushing all the way into my mouth is downright impossible, but I can still stimulate the head of his dick with my tongue and lips while he thrusts.

Luigi’s pace begins slow and steady at first, like my lips around his cock provides him welcome relief and distraction from whatever crazy mobster problems are stewing around his head. With each grunt of pleasure that he makes, I grow more eager to please him despite my more conscious desire to shove him away from me and claim that he disgusts me.

I almost have more than half of Luigi’s cock in my mouth when he loses patience and pushes his hips forward more forcefully, truly fucking my mouth as I kneel before him. With three quick, deep thrusts, I lose control of my pacing and Luigi’s cock stimulates my gag reflex.

I gag loudly, nearly choking on his cock as he mercilessly grabs my hair and pushes me down even further, tempting me and testing me with one powerful movement. I can’t breathe, but I alsoreallydon’t want to throw up, so I suppress my gag reflex and allow the powerful man’s cock to scrape the back of my throat as he fucks my mouth.

After hitting the back of my throat a few more times, Luigi pulls his enormous member out of my mouth slowly. My lipsache. He gazes down at me on my knees from his impressive height and taps his wet cock against my lips to get the excess spit off while maintaining a firm grip on my hair.

“All fours on the bed,” Luigi commands in a gruff, sexy voice. I shouldn’t want to obey him as badly as I do. My body moves without me asking it to as I follow Luigi’s filthy commands to position myself on all fours. Humiliation surges through me as his hand gropes my ass cheek and he makes it clear that he considers himself my owner just by the way he possessively grabs every inch of me.

“Incredible ass,” he grunts before jiggling my ass cheek and landing a hard, flat palm against my flesh. The sting sears through me as if he smacked me with a wooden board and not just his hand. There was force behind that palm. The idea of owning me completely thoroughly arouses him.

Luigi runs his hand down the length of my back and I struggle to keep back a moan. It’s just my body reacting to the ticklish sensation from his palms, not real arousal. I bite down on my lower lip to stop myself from making a sound. I might be able to quiet my pleasure, but I can’t stop Luigi from climbing onto the bed behind me.

The mattress sinks as his knees press into it and he positions his weight behind me. My thighs and stomach tense up as he holds my waist with both hands like he plans to drag me back into place if I make any effort to escape him. Luigi slips a thumb crudely between my lower lips and I wince in dismay as his finger easily slides around down there, almost entering me completely because of how soaking wet I am.

All I did was bury this giant Italian man’s dick in my mouth and now he has his finger just between my lower lips, fully enjoying the way he gets me wet, even when I outwardly resent him. I can’t hide my arousal on all fours with my ass in the air and Luigi loves every second of it. He groans and slides his fingeralong the length of my wetness. I gasp just loudly enough for him to enjoy the control he exerts over me.

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