Grinning, defiant, I reach for his cock with my other hand instead. “What are you going to do about it?”
Swiftly, he pins that hand too. He’s strong enough to hold both my wrists in one hand above my head, making me helpless beneath him. I squirm in anticipation as he leans in to run his tongue up the side of my neck.
“I’m going to take what I want from you,” he whispers, and I shiver, already feeling myself growing wet. “I’m going to fuck you so hard I’ll put another baby inside you.”
“Promises, promises,” I repeat, and his eyes light up, on fire with want.
He uses his knee to force my legs apart, positioning himself between my thighs. He keeps my hands pinned and leans down to lick my chest, his tongue scouring my breasts, searing hot across my nipples, which harden as his tongue circles them in slow, teasing motions. When my nipples are hard as rocks, he lets his tongue graze them lightly, not quite biting, but enough of a sharp sensation to make me gasp.
“You like that, don’t you, you bad girl.”
I squirm again, arching my hips to try to press his cock against my body. “Fuck yes I do.”
He positions his hips between mine. Trails his cock across my mound, over my clit, running the head of his dick between my slit. Not entering me. Not yet. “What do you want me to do to you, Manila?” he purrs.
“Fuck me,” I gasp. “Fuck me hard.”
That seems to be all the motivation he needs. Before I can prepare myself, he pushes his cock inside me. Thrusts deep into my pussy, burying himself to the hilt. His balls slap my ass, and I groan, my head falling back as I writhe on his thick cock.
“God you feel too fucking good,” he growls through gritted teeth. In response, I thrust my hips up against his, grinding my clit against his hip bone.
He grins down at me, a dangerous smile, before he leans in to claim my mouth in his, his tongue exploring my mouth as he pulls back and thrusts into me once more.
He lets go of my wrists and I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he pulls my hips up off the bed. He tosses my legs over his shoulders, still keeping his cock inside me, so I’m arched against him, my whole body on display. He fucks me like that, his cock pressing against my front wall with every thrust, right along my G-spot. It doesn’t take me long to feel the heat build in my chest.
I dig my nails into his back as he fucks me hard, relentless. I come with a shout, a little bit of my cum squirting between us as he keeps fucking me, his thick cock deep in my pussy. He hits my cervix at this angle, and it hurts, but the spike of pain feels so good that I don’t want him to stop. The head of his cock slides back and forth, from my G-spot to my cervix, and my toes curl, my legs clenching around his shoulders as I come again, crying out his name.
He’s getting close too, I can tell from the frantic, strong thrusts he’s giving me. He moans my name, and I dig my hands into his hair, forcing him to look at me, to meet my gaze as his orgasm hits.
He growls, deep and guttural, when he comes inside me, his thick cum coating the walls of my pussy. He keeps fucking, thrusting into me, as the cum keeps spurting. Finally, he starts to slow, and I drop my legs from his shoulders, pull him down against me. His sweat-dusted body feels slick against mine, hard in all the places where I’m soft, and I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders, our faces pressed cheek-to-cheek, just savoring the feel of him. The smell of sex and sweat and both of us mingles in the air, and I love this, feeling him still inside me, filling me, our bodies exhausted from pleasure.
When he finally pulls out, we both groan faintly in disappointment. Though I do savor the hot rush of his cum, spilling down my thigh, trickling along the slit of my pussy and the crack of my ass.
He slides one finger between my legs to feel it too, and pulls his hand up, sticky with our combined juices. He spreads it across my chest, painting me in our sex. I grab his wrist and lean up to bite his lower lip gently. In response, he pins me against the bed, running his body against mine. Already, I feel him start to grow a little stiffer again, between us.
I arch my hips up to grind against him and grin, daring. “Is that all you’ve got, Daddy?”
His eyes light up at that, fiery hot. “Oh, just you wait, you dirty little mama…”
Epilogue
Lucie started crawling today. It was cute at first, and then we both got exhausted, chasing her all over the living room, making sure she didn’t get into too much trouble.
By late afternoon, Luca had figured out how to wriggle his little butt after her, and that just became a whole new mess.
So even though it’s only 7PM, we’re both cuddled up naked in bed in Cassius’s apartment, watching TV on the big-screen in his bedroom.
Only when the news starts in with the weather—and the date—does it hit me.
“What’s today’s date?” I ask him, my heart pounding, though I try not to let it show. I don’t want to excite him. Don’t want to get his hopes up, not if I’m wrong.
Surely I’m wrong.
“The fourth,” he says, stretching his arms over his head and yawning. “Why?”
“No reason.” I snuggle back under his arm, and he leans his head against mine, sighing contentedly.
“Have I mentioned that I love you?” he asks sleepily.
“Not today.” I tilt my head up to smirk at him. “Why?”
“I’ve lost the remote,” he admits, then smiles at me, and glances at the TV.
I groan and swat his chest. “Lazy. You’re just using my love against me!”
“Fine, I’ll get it then.” He grumbles and moves to sit up, but I shove him back against the pillows.
“Not so fast. I’m not letting you guilt-trip me for this one.” I grin and swing over him, out of bed, and pad across the room to shut off the TV. When I turn back around, he’s blatantly admiring my ass, not even pretending otherwise. I put one hand on my hip, stand cockily in front of him, my whole bare body on display. “Oh, now I understand the real motivation.”
“Can you blame a guy for enjoying the view of his sexy baby mama when she bends over?”
I roll my eyes, though we’re both smirking. “Maybe you’re just using me for my body. And my TV-turning-off-skills.”
“Now, that’s just patently untrue.” He reaches for me, and I step right back across the room into his arms. Let him pull me on top of him and hug my body against his. “If anything, it’s your turning-on skills that I admire.”
Sure enough, he is hardening beneath me. I rub my body against his slowly, grinning. “Hmm. Well. Sadly, you’ll have to hold that thought.” I hop off him and pad across the room to grab a pair of sweats from our closet.
He stares at me, open-mouthed. “You tease.”
“Don’t worry. I just have a quick errand to run.” I wink at him. “Then I’ll be back for more, trust me.”
“Mm. Utter and complete tease,” he adds.
Honestly, I wouldn’t have stopped. But now that I’ve started to wonder, I need to know. I can’t wait to find out.