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“What about Harvard or Yale? We should start a college fuid right away.”
“Whoa, slow down. We need to do one thing at a time,” I assure as we cross the front patio of the restaurant on our way out to the car. I love his enthusiasm, but we should focus on getting through this pregnancy before choosing a school. “We don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl, and you already have them attending an Ivy League
school.”
“Nowadays, you have to plan far in advance. Trust me,” he insists when I snicker. “I still wake up in a cold sweat when I remember those bills I got from the bursar’s office, and you girls didn’t go to an Ivy League school.”
“I’m shocked. Even Mr. Rossetti himself is worried about the cost of a university?”
He smirks, “Even people with money can experience sticker shock, trust me.”
“Okay, well, let’s wait until we have a due date before we start the college fund, okay?” Though I can’t pretend it doesn’t make me excited knowing he’s looking forward to raising our baby. There I was, nervous he’d be upset and think it was too soon.
It’s moments like this when I wonder if he’s more excited than I am.
I wish he could be entirely in the moment, though. That’s the one thing that would make tonight perfect. More than once, I felt like he was distracted, just as he is now. I know why, and I understand why he looks around before opening the car door. He’s worried Jack or one of his men are waiting around the corner, looking for the perfect moment to attack. I hate seeing him so paranoid, but more than anything, I hate seeing him so afraid. A man like Gianni having fears shows his weak spots, and we both know what Jack is willing to do to get what he wants. I can only imagine he wants to punish me–us–for what happened to Donovan. He was pissed enough when there was nothing but a fork involved. I’m sure he’s feeling mighty murderous right now.
Gianni seems to loosen up once we’re in the car, pulling me in close for a kiss. Not the chaste sort of kiss he gave me in the restaurant. No, this is the sort of kiss that makes my toes curl and my core clench, especially once his tongue slides past my lips, tangling with my own.
On the one hand, I want nothing more than to lose myself in him right here and now. He’s pretty much healed from his wounds, including the one he got from Dad. I still cringe–like, full–body cringe–when I remember the fear and embarrassment of that morning.
Judging from the steel hardness of his cock, he’s feeling much better.
On the other hand, we’re not alone.
“What are you doing?” I whisper when Gianni reaches out to press the button that raises the privacy divider between us and the driver.
“What do you think?” All at once his hand is up my dress, his fingers dancing over my skin and setting it on fire. He pulls the crotch of my thong aside and chuckles against my neck, making me shiver. “Already wet for me, I see.”
“We shouldn’t…” But even I hear the weakness in my whispering, how half–hearted it is. He has a way of making me second–guess everything I believe. Like how it’s probably bad taste to have sex in the backseat of a car that somebody else is driving.
My body doesn’t care about any of that right now. It wants, it needs, and it’s going to be satisfied.
I arch my back at the entrance of one, then two, of Gianni’s thick digits. His hot breath fans across my chest while
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my own fingers work through his hair, clutching him to me All of my awareness travels south and tightens until there is nothing in this world except the delicious friction of the pounding of his knuckles against my sensitive
flesh.
“Such a bad girl,” he whispers, fingering me hard and fast. This pussy is always wet and ready for me. My pussy.Mine.”
“Yours!” I pant, leaning against the seat, jerking my hips time with his rapid strokes. When he adds a thumb to my clit, he sets off an explosion in my core. My body jerks, going motionless, before the tension breaks and leaves me shaking.
The shock waves still roll through me when he lifts his head, grinning at me. “That didn’t take long.” He withdraws his fingers, then lifts them to his lips, and I watch as he sucks them clean. There is nothing as erotic as this, watching him take pleasure in me. He doesn’t try to lile it–no, he wants me to see. He wants me to know.
And now I want more. I pull him closer and find the bulge his slacks, running a hand over it while teasing us both with light, playful kisses. He leans in for more, but I pull back, grinning at his frustration before giving him my lips. I taste myself on him, and something about it reaches that greedy, hungry part inside me. I want to experience everything with him, in every way.
My hands work his fly before I gently push him away to give myself room to kneel on the seat. “Oh, fuck,” he groans, leaning back like I did now that it’s his turn. I don’t waste any time freeing him from his shorts before plunging my head down, taking him as deep as I can into my mouth. His satisfied sigh makes my pussy gush.
Juice, he picks up on his fingers once he hikes the dress over my ass and reaches around to stroke my smooth lips. “Ahh, so hungry for my cock, aren’t you, little bird?” he asks while working the thong down to my knees so he can touch all of me. “Take me deep. Show me how much you need it. How much you love my cock in your mouth.”
I hollow out my cheeks and press my tongue firmly against the underside of his shaft, clenching around him the way my pussy would. “Oh, fuck, yes. You’re such a good girl when you’re being naughty.” His breathless grunts make my pussy ache painfully for him. This isn’t enough. I need him inside me. “The drivers right there… Do you think he can hear us? Hear you struggling to make my cock in your perfect mouth?” His filthy mouth only turns
me on more.
A couple of minutes ago, I almost froze in surprise at the idea of this.
Now, I release his dick in favor of discarding my thong, letting it fall to the floor. He doesn’t say a word as I straddle him and take his rock–hard dick in my hand, guiding it to my entrance. I barely bite back a cry of pure bliss once he’s inside me, as I lower myself and swallow him whole, all the way down to his balls.
Neither of us says a word. It’s enough just to stare into each other’s eyes as he grips my ass and pumps me up and down his shaft.Hard. Fast.I can’t hold back the cries building in my throat no matter how I bite my lip and struggle against them.
“Careful little bird, you don’t want the driver to hear how well you take my cock in that tight little hole of yours do you? How fucking good it feels to be on my dick?” I’m drowning in pleasure, the tension threatening to rip me to pieces.
Gianni smirks, thankfully taking mercy on me as he clamps a hand over my mouth, watching my struggle, knowing how badly I need this “Scream little bird, let him know how good I make you feel and the sounds you make as you crumble on my dick knowing the only man who will ever get to be inside of you is me. Mine. Forever.”
I do as he says. I can’t help it. It’s all too much, too good, and I let out a hollow scream against his hand showing him just what he does to me. I don’t care about the driver, or that he might do just as Gianni said late on. I scream as I come again while my whole world shatters into a million pieces that shimmer like glass. He us e, making me take his cock faster and harder. I can tell he’s close just by the heavy pants and how tightly he holds me to his
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chest, keeping me in place.
God, it’s so good! Such a tight pussy, my fucking pussy. With only my cum dripping out of it. Fuck, I’m coming!!” He growls, against my heated skin, filling me with his hot seed until I can feel it dripping out around. his cock and down his base and onto his balls.
My body goes limp against his while we fight to catch our breath. His soft chuckle against my ear makes me lift my head to find him grinning. “And you were so shy about doing it,” he teases.
I swat playfully at his chest before carefully climbing out of his lap. “It’s all your fault. You’re a bad influence on me.”
“I would like to be a bad influence again once we’re home. A glance out the window tells me it won’t be long before that happens.
“Don’t you have work to do when we get back?” I ask as we straighten ourselves out.
“No. Tonight’s about you. Work can wait until tomorrow.”
“I like the sound of that.“I wink.
“How about I run us a bath when we get home?”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
