Page 40 of Immoral

I move my mouth to her neck, sucking on the mark I've already left there.

She shakes harder, sharply exhaling.

"Yeah. We aren't getting any younger. I'm ready to knock you up," I reply then bite her again.

"Fuck! Gianni!" she calls out.

I circle my hips, pull out to rub her clit some more, then slide back into her.

She whimpers the entire time. I thrust with increased speed.

"We can't," she whispers.

"We can't do what?" I ask, sliding my tongue under the collar. I glide my hand up her arm and wrap my fingers over her bound wrists.

"Have a baby."

I grunt. "Why not? You always wanted kids. I'm ready to give you as many as you want." I pound into her like a jackhammer at full speed.

"We're...oh…oh God!" she screams, and convulsions ripple through her frame.

I don't let up, kissing her, biting her, sucking her skin until I know it's bruised.

She doesn't stop shaking and moaning.

I assert in her ear, "You'remywife. Iwillgive you everything. And youwillbear my children."

I remove her blindfold then squeeze her neck close to the point I shouldn't go past. It's halfway cutting off her air supply.

Her blue eyes widen. Her chest heaves harder.

"Tell me you understand, my tesoro," I order, adding a little more pressure then burying my cock deeper than before.

Her body writhes under mine. Her eyes roll, and her walls collapse harder on my shaft.

"Fuuuck!" I growl, coming in her like a freight train sliding off the tracks. Adrenaline makes my vision turn blurry. I kiss her, keeping my hold on her neck, shoving my tongue as far into her mouth as possible.

Her back arches, and incoherent noises fill the room. I ride my high as long as I can, trembling into her spasms.

When it's over, our sweat and breaths continue to merge. I stroke her hair and kiss her again, rubbing my thumb over her bite mark and applying pressure.

She whimpers into my mouth. It's a pleasant pain. I know all about bruising from my years of boxing. And it's not the first time I've done this same thing to her. She admitted to me once that she doesn't just enjoy it.

She craves it.

The emotional, mental, and physical part of the last few days has my senses overstimulated. I usually take longer to get hard again, but within minutes, my erection is back.

"Gianni, we shouldn't have kids," she mumbles against my mouth.

I freeze and lock eyes with her. "Why wouldn't we have kids?"

Her lips tremble. She hesitates. "Are you going to untie me?"

"No. Answer my question," I order. My heart beats so hard, it feels like it'll tear through my chest.

She swallows hard. "When you get bored with me, it won't be fair to our kids."

Sharp pains cut through my torso. I firmly state, "You haven't been listening to me very well, have you?"

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