Page 140 of Immoral

"I figured you wouldn't have let me finish the show if you knew," I admit.

He drags his finger over my jawbone. I shudder from the tingles running down my spine. "You've been naughty, my tesoro. What should I do to punish you?"

"You aren't mad at me?" I question.

He sighs. "No. You're right. I wouldn't have let you do the show. But I'm glad you did. Stopping you would have been a horrible mistake on my part. You deserved to be there. Every minute of it, I watched you and thought you were glowing from the excitement. But now..." He leans into my ear. "You're glowing because I knocked you up."

I laugh then swat him. "Don't get cocky!"

His hands slide up my thighs. Zings fly straight to my core. He glides his fingers under the string of my thong, taunting, "You don't like it when I'm cocky? I thought you did." He moves his hand to my pussy, stroking my slit.

I squirm on his lap then declare, "I'm not feeling like going out anymore. Take me home."

He arches his eyebrows. "You need to eat. Especially now that you're carrying our baby."

I lean into his ear. "Call the Michelin chef. Order whatever. I don't care. All I want is you and the wall."

He fists my hair and tugs it.

My breath hitches and my chest rises faster.

His lips curl. "If I put you on the wall, you're not going to have any energy."

"I can sleep tomorrow."

He studies me then shakes his head. "No. I can't keep you up all night."

"Please," I plead then hit the button for the divider window. "Manny, take us home."

Gianni smirks. "Is it the mother instinct in you that's making you bossier?"

I press the button again, and the window rolls up. Then I unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. "You know what, I don't think we should wait."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such a greedy..." He gently bites the curve of my neck, slides a finger in my pussy, and circles his thumb on my clit. "...wet..."

I moan and grind on his palm.

His tongue swipes my ear. My insides clutch his finger. "...sexy wife." He works my body until I'm on the verge of coming and stops.

My voice cracks as I whine, "Please, baby. Please don't stop."

He lifts his hips, drops his pants, and holds me up so his cock hits the head of my entrance. His deep voice only turns me on further. He tugs my hair again and moves his face over mine. "You want me, tesoro?"

"Yes!"

"Right now?"

"Please!"

He presses his lips to mine, gliding his tongue in my mouth and setting the pace. I let him lead, returning his affection. He deepens the kiss and circles his tongue faster then thrusts his hips up while pushing me down on him.

"Oh God!" I cry out.

He doesn't show me mercy, not pausing, continuing to thrust before I've adjusted to him.

"Baby," I whisper, clutching my arms tight around him.

He moves his hand back to my clit, taking me back to the edge of a high, but this time, he doesn't stop.

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