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I grunt, kissing her and swallowing down her moans. I thrust into her harder, shifting to pull one of her thighs higher over me so I can slide into her deeper. “Where do you want my cum tonight, Gianna?”
She whimpers, rocking into me. “Inside me.”
I chuckle, pulling out and smacking her swollen, wet pussy with my thick, ruddy cock. “Yeah, but which hole, huh? You want me to fill up your desperate pussy, hoping I put my baby in you? Or you want to me stretch this tight fucking hole right here?” I glide my tip down her cheeks and tease her puckered ring.
“Sebastian,” she whispers, shaking her head. Pulling back, I grab lube from the nightstand and lather it over my fingers.
“Tell me to stop, Gianna.” I goad her, knowing she won’t. She’s a good girl who wants me as desperately as I want her. Pushing her legs forward, I smear the lube over her asshole as she shivers before gasping when I press two fingers into her.
Pumping them in and out, I watch her face for any discomfort. Her eyes flutter shut with pleasure, goosebumps breaking out across her skin when I shove in a third finger on the next thrust. I twist them, stretching as much as I can to prepare her for my cock.
I finger fuck her for a few more moments until I’ve decided she’s ready, and pull out to line up my cock.
“Breathe for me.” I coax her as I start to push in. Gianna is perfect, taking my cock like she’s made for it. Her ass is so tight, it’s strangling my cock to the point of pain. When I’m seated as far as she’ll take me, I still, then reach between us and rub her clit in slow circles, giving her some time to adjust to the stretch until she’s writhing for more.
“Sebastian,” she whines after a moment and I grin, rocking my hips to give her exactly what she wants. It takes a few strokes until her hole opens enough for me to pull almost completely out and thrust back in. I fuck her hard since she probably won’t allow me back here until she forgets about how sore it makes her.
She shudders, her ass and pussy clenching as she comes. It doesn’t take long for fire to lick up my spine, and I fall over the edge right after her. I press as deep as I can, my ball sack brushing against her. My cock swells and I explode, filling her ass with my cum.
I moan, my fingers digging into her thighs as wave after wave drains out of me. With a panting breath, I pull out and grab her cheeks, keeping them apart as my cum starts to leak from her used hole. I watch it spill before grabbing my half-hard dick, scooping it all up and shoving my cock back into her ass.Gianna’s head falls back with a grunt as I thrust a few times for good measure and then still. We stay like that until I start to soften more, and our breathing calms. Undoing the ties, her nimble body slumps onto the bed and I push her hair of out her face. She blinks up at me with glossy eyes, and I rub her wrists while smiling down at her.
“Such a good girl, Gianna. You did so good,” I whisper, my voice a low coo. She shudders and winces slightly as I pull out of her body. Gathering her in my arms, I carry her to the bathroom, determined to rub and massage every inch of her skin in the warm tub.
Chapter 22
Sebastian
I grabher wrist and pull her into my lap as she lets out a small gasp.
“Remember that one Valentine’s Day I fed you strawberries while you rode my cock,” I ask her, tracing her thudding pulse at the base of her neck before dipping to the valley of her breasts. I’d hesitantly agreed to being the only person with access to the penthouse so she wouldn’t worry about who’s walking around, and I’ve been reaping the benefits since. She flaunts her perfect body in the tiny sleeping sets all day, and I can’t get enough.
Gianna blows out a breath before adjusting herself so she straddles my lap, and my cock hardens under her pussy. The thin sweatpants barely contain my growing length.
“I remember. It was the first time you came before me,” she says, her eyes light with teasing.
I flash her a sensuous smile. “Those little moans you made, combined with your snug cunt. I was done for.”
Her hand skims down my stomach, teasing my dick with her fingers before she grabs a cinnamon roll off the plate and holds it up for me. I take a bite, not caring about the sweetness as she pulls my cock free and strokes up my shaft. Licking the remnants of icing off my lips, I push her tank top up and cup her plush breast.
“I still think about your perfect little nipples, donned with jewels.” I pinch the hardened tip and she arches into my hand, dropping the food back onto the table as she shakes her head.
“No piercings. I’ll have to take them out when I breastfeed anyway.”
My cock jerks under her, leaking with pre-cum. I groan, resting my forehead against her chest. My tongue flicks against her nipple before I suck it into my mouth. Does she want my baby as much as I want to give her one? Her admission is as if it’s an inevitable reality, one that will come true sooner rather than later.
Her fingers tangle into myhair, pulling my head back as she glares at me. “I’m not saying I want to get pregnant right now.”
It’s as if she can read my mind. I grin, sliding my hands to grip the bottom of her shorts and move them aside. Sweeping my fingers across her slit, I ensure she’s wet enough to take me before lining my tip up to her entrance and pulling her down on my cock. Her nails dig into my scalp, her mouth opening as she takes every inch until I’m pushing against her cervix. I lean forward, sucking the skin of her neck until it blooms with a pretty, red mark that I know won’t fade for a few days. In college, I used to mark her extensively. I enjoyed creating the reminders that she was mine for the other men on campus.
“Marry me,” I whisper.
Gianna gasps before letting out a small whimper when she starts riding my cock. Each rock of her hips drives us both closer to our peak. “What?” Her voice is hoarse with arousal.
I stand and lift her to stretch out on the table, grabbing the back of her knees, before burying my cock deeper. With each roll of my hips, I grind against her and she writhes under me. Her pussy is clamping down on me, gushing wet.
“Gianna James. I like the sound of that.”
Her eyes roll back. “I used to write that in my journals.”
