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“Fuck.” The sensation of her hot mouth around my dick sent a shudder rippling through my entire body. I just fucked her and I almost shot my load again, this time into her mouth right there and then. “If I get too rough, tap my thigh.”
Margaret hummed, then blinked up at me, her eyes watering from my size.
Christo Santo.
I never fucking cursed in Italian but with her, my brain ceased working.
She started licking and sucking, slowly at first, but then built up to a rhythm that had her head bobbing up and down. While she may have been a virgin when we started, it was clear her mouth hadn’t been one. Fuck! She knew how to please me.
My fingers gripped her hair and my other hand shot to the back of her head.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Suck that cock.”
She moaned and the vibration from her throat traveled up my spine. I started thrusting my hips into her, faster and harder. The only sounds in the room were my ragged breaths, flesh slapping against flesh and gagging coming from her throat.
Her nails dug into my thighs but she never tapped out.
I pulled out of her and rolled her on her back. A surprised squeal escaped her when I slammed into her tight pussy.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned. Fuck, she was soaking wet.
She was my manna. My heaven. My salvation.
I fucked her hard. I feared breaking her, but every time I eased up, she growled and her nails dug into my shoulders.
“More,” she pleaded, her pleasure-glazed eyes watching me. I was grateful her mask didn’t hide that from me.
I thrust faster and deeper, feeling her fall apart around me with moans until I too came apart in the most powerful orgasm I had ever felt. It ripped through me with such intensity that I feared we’d both disappear.
At the sound of Margaret’s voice, memories vanished and consequences remained.
“Yes, I’m fine,” Margaret assured her. Her words pulled me back to the present. “I just–” She swallowed, her delicate neck moving lightly. “I just never thought much about having kids. And now, it’s indescribable, and I have nobody to share it with.”
If only she’d let me help her. If only she’d want me as much as I want her. I’d share it all with her. The good, the bad… fucking everything.
“You’re sharing it with me,” the doctor said gently. Dr. Calabro found her soft heart somewhere in her white coat. Or maybe because she knew I was here watching, she hoped to get into my good graces. She knew I owned the practice now because her father fucked up. “The baby is healthy. You’re healthy. Sometimes we have to count small blessings to know we’re the lucky ones.”
“You’re right,” Margaret agreed. “These pregnancy hormones are a killer,” she choked out with feigned humor. “By the way, any chance I could get another refill of prenatal vitamins?”
Dr. Calabro frowned. “Didn’t I just give you a box last week?”
Margaret lowered her eyes, suddenly very interested in studying her nails. “I might miss our next appointment so I wanted to make sure to have enough.”
The doctor’s brows furrowed. “Anything I should know?”
“No. Just a precaution.”
It wasn’t. My girls were running.
ChapterFourteen
MARGARET
Guilt crashed down on me.
Uncle wouldn’t hear of the possibility of leaving me unmarried. He was already lining up the next prospect. Aiden was risking a lot by helping me.
My brother had organized everything for me. He got me enough cash to last me a year. He lined up a hotel to stay at before I’d head to a little cottage in the remote part of Northern Italy where the only inhabitants seemed to be old people, olive trees, and goats.
