Page 80 of Sexting His Son's Ex
“Mmm,” he hums, kissing down my thigh again. “I love the way you taste.” He slowly gets to his feet, undoing his belt with one hand while spinning me around with the other. “You like watching us in the mirror?” He asks, his eyes meeting mine in the reflection.
Santino stands behind me, his lips finding a home between my neck and shoulders, placing soft cloud-like kisses there. He traces the outline of my body, up and down with his fingers before palming my heavy tits.
“Answer me,” he demands.
“Yes. I love watching in the mirror.”
The metal of his belt buckle is followed by the metal grind of his zipper. “Then I’ll make sure to mirrors all over our room so you can see me fuck you from every angle.”
His cock slips inside me, causing me to gasp and hold my breath from the intrusion. “Oh, I like it too. I love being able to see you react to my cock filling you.” He bites my earlobe, growling as he drives into me hard and fast.
There’s no build up. He doesn’t start a slow, easy pace. He fucks me hard and fast with no restraint.
“You have no fucking clue what it does to me knowing you’re pregnant. It’s an aphrodisiac knowing you’re carrying my child.” He bites my shoulder, then licks the red flesh. “Knowing you’re mine. Knowing anyone who looks at you will know you’re taken. All mine.”
I fall forward, catching myself on the counter. My heated skin cools against it. I claw at the surface, needing something, anything to hold onto while he continues his relentless pace. Our skin slaps together and he yanks my head back by gripping my hair.
“Look at you. Look how fucking beautiful you are. I’ll never be able to get enough. Look at your body…” he snarls, slapping my ass harder than usual.
The spot burns and I don’t mind it in the least.
“You’re so wet.” His eyes roll to the back of his head. “So fucking tight. How do you expect me to focus on anything else when I know how heavenly this pussy feels? It isn’t fair.” He shoves me back onto the counter, pressing the space between my shoulders while he jackhammers his hips.
I turn my face so I can breathe, my cheek pressing against the counter, my body rubbing against the hard granite with every inch he gives me.
His tongue licks up the spine. “And if you weren’t pregnant, I’d make sure you’d be pregnant by the end of tonight because now I can’t imagine anything else. I can’t wait to see you round with our child. Fuck, I can’t talk about it.” He slows, trying to take deep breaths to calm himself. “I can’t help it. You can’t see what I can see. Your greedy little pussy sucks me in.”
He lifts me up and spins me around, lifting my legs around his hips, and somehow not losing his momentum. “I need to look at you. The mirror doesn’t compare.” His kiss robs me of any thought, his tongue delving between my lips.
He wraps his arms around me, tight, keeping me still while he fucks me. “Jovie. Jovie.” My name is whispered warning. Heplaces his hand at the base of my throat, not choking me, but enough to let me know that I belong to him.
“And after this child, you’ll give me another one, won’t you? I’m going to fill you up, so you stay pregnant until you say otherwise.”
I grab onto him, my nails leaving marks. I bite and suck on his chest, his pecs flexing, the salt on his skin tangy, our breaths mixing, and he hisses from the slight pain as my teeth threaten to break the skin.
“That’s right. Mark what’s yours, Sweet Girl. Mark me for all to see.” Our mouths clash together again, all teeth and tongue. There’s no finesse, no pattern to follow, just pure desperation to become one.
We aren’t close enough. I want more. I want so much more.
I find his athletic ass, grabbing ahold to push him deeper.
Santino picks me up and carries me to the bed. Our skin is slick with sweat. His hair is damp across his forehead. He groans and grunts, flexing his hips, burying himself as deep as possible. Bending down, he sucks on my nipple, then pins my hand above my head.
“Jovie, you’re going to make me come,” he bites down on my nipple, causing me to cry out in the empty room.
Rain beats against the window. The wind howls. Thunder rolls.
We crash together, storm meeting a storm. The blankets are kicked off the bed, the pillows thrown in different directions. The headboard smacks against the wall with steady thumps as Santino owns me.
Because he does. I’m his.
“You were always meant to be like this. Flat on your back. Filled with my cock. And pregnant with my child.”
I look up to the ceiling, wishing mirrors were there so I could see his back flex with every thrust.
“Santino, I’m?—”
“Do it. Come for me, Jovie. Show me how good I make you feel.”
