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And I won’t ruin it this time.
“You’re pregnant.” I can’t hide the awe and happiness in my tone, then I chuckle. “I’m such a fool. You’ve been so sick. I should have known.”
She giggles next, placing her hand over mine. “You’re not mad?”
“Mad? Sweet Girl, when it comes to you, when it comes to life with you, there’s no way I could ever be mad. I’m excited. This is exactly what I wanted.”
She pokes out her bottom lip. “Oh? This is what you wanted? You planned this?”
“I didn’t make sure to fill with every drop just for the hell of it,” I growl, pushing her against the table. “I wanted to make sure you were mine and that you stayed mine.”
“Sounds very controlling, Santino.”
I lift a brow. “And?”
I’m a controlling man. Everyone knows that and so does my Sweet Girl.
I lift her into my arms to carry her to the apartment, my need to breed her all over again overcoming me.
21
JOVIE
Santino undresses me,tossing my clothes into the hamper sitting in the dark corner. Dragging me to the sink, he prepares my toothbrush.
“Open,” he orders.
I do as I’m told, and he gives me a quick brush along with my tongue.
“Spit even if I love to see you swallow.”
I wash my mouth out in the sink and slap his chest. “You’re filthy.”
“I’m obsessed,” he corrects. “There’s a difference.”
His warm palm is on my stomach again, a smile stretching his lips, and it hits me that he’s truly happy about this baby.
He falls to his knees, kissing my bare stomach. The air in the room changes. It’s more humid. Thicker. The space between us charged with sexual current. Santino lifts my right leg over his shoulder and kisses a path on my inner thigh.
“I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to make you wish you were able to be bred again.”
Santino has a massive breeding kink.
And I love it.
My fingers twist into the thick locks of his hair as he dives between my legs. His tongue licks me down my lips, plunges inside me, then sweeps up to suck my clit into his mouth. I slam my hand on the vanity for balance, watching our reflection in the mirror.
Every bob of his head, every deep breath I take, the way my breasts bounce slightly as I rock my hips, has pleasure building fast. It’s different looking in the mirror. His muscles in his arms flex as he grabs onto me. His head turns left and right, kissing my pussy the way he kisses me.
His tongue delves between my slit, and I toss my head back, moaning. I can’t help it, I peek into the mirror again. I love seeing such a strong man still dressed in his expensive suit on his knees for me, bringing me pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, Santino.” My mouth parts when he sucks my clit again. He plunges two fingers inside me, fucking me at the same rhythm as the suction he as on the bundle of nerves.
He doesn’t pause. He doesn’t take a break. He barely breathes.
Santino buries himself between my legs, one hand gripping my thigh while the other has a firm grip of my ass.
“Santino!” I gasp, trying to pull him back as my thighs tremble and my toes curl. “I’m close. Oh my God, I can’t… I can’t! Santino,” I moan his name for all to hear, my body rollingagainst his mouth as every pleasurable wave has me losing control.
