Novel Straight 36_I Ran From My Ex, Straight Into My Best Friend’s Father

36

 GIANNI

 God help me. I could live off the

 the taste of this pussy for the rest of my life.

 How many times have we fucked today? I’ve lost count of the hours spent here in bed, onlying up for air to check on my daughter. She’s asleep now, but the time wille when ounts are bnced and everyone gets what they deserve. Christopher first.

 Right now, all I want is to forget reality.

 My sleepy little bird awakens at the touch of my tongue against her pussy lips. “What are you doing?” she asks in a thick voice before stroking the back of my head.

 “What do you think? You fell asleep while I was s gone. I couldn’t think of a better way to w

 to wake you up.”

 She stretches, her back arching, while I return to my task. I couldn’t help myself, finding her lying here, naked and gleaming in the moonlight pouring through the window. An angel sent here to make my lifeplete.

 I can’t remember thest time I spent all day in bed, even when I was sick, but today felt like the host normal thing in the world alter bringing her home from the hotel. ying with each other, dozing, and getting up to shower only so we could fuck against the shower wall. No matter how many times I’ve been inside her today, I’m still hungry, my cock hard as steel and acfting to sink into her silken heat again.

 Using my tongue, I fuck her, greedy for the honey flowing freely now that her body is waking up to me.

 my tongue, forth the

 “That’s good.” She moans, and it doesn’t take long for a wet spot to form under me, thanks to the cum already dripping from my tip.

 She’s a religion I will pray to again and again.

 Recing my tongue with two fingers, I groan at the sight and scent of her. “You are so fucking beautiful,” I whisper before flicking my tongue over her clit, pecking out from beneath its hood. She grunts, one hand finding my hair and tugging while her hips grind against my face,

 She’s already bing more confident in herself, taking what she wants. I can’t wait to see her wake up to the sensual creature she is. Even better, I’m the lucky bastard who gets to witness that awakening.

 “Fuck me,” she pleads, lifting my head with both hands. “I need your cock. Please.”

 My aching cock jumps in response, but we’ve already gone through the marathon of insane, wild rutting today. I’ve taken her in numerous positions, hard and fast, slow and sensual. I’ve taken my time working myself inside her and forcing her to take me, but now, after all these hours, I know she’s sore, and I don’t want to risk hurting her. That’s what leaves me lying on my side behind her, lifting her leg to give me room to slide into her cunt–slowly and gently–while I roam her body with my hand and memorize every curve.

 Her stomach is still taut and t, but not for long

 “I can’t wait to get you pregnant,” I whisper in her ear, pressing a band against the ce where our baby will grow. The first of many. I’m going to fill this house with our children. She’s the second chance I didn’t know I wanted.

 She keeps moving with me, though she throws a confused look over her shoulder. “Since when?”

 “What? You don’t want to have my baby?”

 “Just…never

 “I do.” She bites her lip, her eyes shutting as she moans. “Just… never heard you talk about it…”

 “I’m talking about it now. The entire world will know you’re mine and they’ll know it’s my child you’re carrying.” The idea makes me grit my teeth and fight to hold myself back instead of pounding her harder like instinct tells me.

 “Just think of it” Dipping my hand between her legs, I find hern and work it with my fingers. She raises her leg and hooks it

 around mine, spreading herself wider. “That life growing inside you. A gift I put there.”

 She arches against me, whining in her frenzy toe. I respond by moving faster and deeper, flicking her clit until she tightens – around my shaft. “You like that idea, don’t you?”

 “God, Gianni…”

 “Say it. Say you like it. Say you’ll have my baby,” I growl

 “Gianni, I’m going.”

 “I will stop fucking you right now unless you say it.” The hand over her clit goes still, and I barely move inside her–not easy when I’m this close, but I have to prove a point. A groan of frustration slips from her lips.

 “Please..” she whines.

 want to <be? Does your pretty pussy want to drench my cock?” She can only moan her response, jerking her hips mindlessly, desperate for relief while she fucks herself on my cock “If so, say it. Give me what I want.”

 “Yes!” she sobs. “Yes, yes, I want it! I want your baby!”

 I chuckle against her shoulder before biting down on her soft flesh. The lightest stroke against her swollen clit makes her cunt twitch and flutter around my thrusting cock. “That’s my good little bird. You squeeze my cock so good. Your tiny little cunt is trying to suck all the cum out of me, isn’t it?”

 “Please,” she rasps, straining against me. A deep red flush covers her chest, neck, and face. Tears slip down her face. She’s so fucking pretty when she cries. Her orgasms are always intense, and this one is no different. “Please, I need toe.”

 Yes, because only I have that power. Only I can give her what she needs, what she was made for. “You’re going to let me knock you up?”

 “Yes, yes!”

 “And you’re mine? Forever?”

 “Always” Reaching back, she closes a hand around my neck and pells me down for a deep, sloppy kiss that lifts my balls and starts the frisson of sensation at the base of my spine. I take her deeper and harder until the bed rocks under our writhing bodies.

 She arches again, going stiff, hanging on that razor–thin line between torment and relief until the line breaks, and she falls back against me, her sweet sighs pairing with a flutter of muscles that milk me so tightly.

 I have no choice but to give her pussy what it wants, letting go, releasing my hot, sticky fluid, bathing her womb in what’s going to make our baby. Blood rushes in my ears while I roar against her sweaty neck and my balls empty.

 Nothing in the worldpares to this. There’s no deal, no payday, nothing that can touch the all–consuming rush of pouring myself into her willing body. I could spend the rest of my life inside her and never feel I missed out on anything. This is enough

 “Shit.” I wind my arms around her trembling body and bury my face against the nape of her neck “That was intense. I might not be able to get up for the rest of the night.‘

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 Herughter is soft, musical, and still a little breathless. “You meant that, didn’t you?”

 “What? The baby?”

 She nods, and I lift my head, then roll her onto her back so we’re face to face. Sweat has hair sticking to her cheek, and I brush it away while speaking carefully. “I don’t say things I don’t mean. It’s important to me that you have our baby. I want nothing more in this world.”

 e you wait this long if you want a bigger family?”

 “Tatiana is already grown up. What made you

 She has a way of asking the mostplex questions in an innocer way. I don’t know whether I love her or hate her for it. There’s something disarming about her. She makes me want to share everything “That’s not an easy thing to exin.”

 “I’m not trying to be pushy. I only want to understand. What’s so different now?”

 The fact that she even has to ask means I haven’t done a good job of showing her everything she means to me. I’ll need to work on that. She makes me want to be the man she needs and deserves. I’ve alreadye close to losing her too many times. I don’t know if I can go through it again.

 When I think of it that way, pushing my pride aside and sharing myself doesn’t seem like too big of asacrifice.

 There’s a single word that sums up everything, the answer to her question and every uncertainty I’ve wrestled with for years.”

 You.”

 Her forehead wrinkles the way it always does when she’s confused. “I don’t get it.”

 “You’re the difference. And I don’t mean because you’re young and healthy. It’s taken me a long

 my trust.

 to find a woman worthy of

 She follows me when I roll onto my back, resting her hand on my chest and propping her chin against it. I use my fingers tob through her mussed hair.

 “Remember in the beginning when we talked about getting burned?”

 “And all your scars,” she whispers, tracing the ridges of my pecs with her nails. It hasn’t been more than a few minutes since I came, but I’m already hungry for her again. It’s overwhelming, this craving. Enough to drive me out of my mind.

 “That’s right.” I take her hand and kiss the tips of her fingers. Otherwise, I won’t be able to resist her touch much longer. And this is too important to brush aside. For the first time in my life, I want to share what’s in me. It’s dangerous. No one knows that better than I do, but somehow it feels necessary.

 “Someone hurt you badly, didn’t they?” There’s sadness in her voice, and I know she isn’t pretending. It hurts her to think of me in pain.

 “All my life, I thought once I became the man I wanted to be, everything else would fall into ce. By the time I was your age, had already made a lot of money. Nothing close to what I have now but enough that I never had to worry about going back to that old house again. I never had to live that life. I thought I had it made.”

 I can’t help but groan at the memory of that cocky, headstrong kid who reminds me of Tatiana when I think about it. “And, of course, with the money came the girls.”

 She nods, eyes twinkling. “Looking like you do, you couldn’t have had any trouble,”

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 “My

 trouble was, 

 I was too young and too naive. I let my dick do the thinking for me, and by the time I figured I was being taken for a ride, it was toote. I was already married, and Tatiana was already here. I didn’t have anybody in my life to teach me how to be careful around people who smile at your face while they have their hand in your wallet.”

 I’m trying, really I am, but there’s still bitterness in my voice. Resentment bubbles in my chest. I resent that younger version of me most of all. He made it so easy for her.

 “I’m sorry she did that to you.” She cups my cheek, softly. The opposite of Amalia in every way. There was never any softness there. She was always hard and calcting. Out for herself. That hasn’t changed.

 “She admitted once things went bad that she only went through with having Tatiana to lock me down.”

 She winces. “That’s terrible. I’m so sorry.”

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 “It’s taken me a lot and I mean a lot to consider bringing someone into my life.”

 “Then I’m honored that you think I’m worthy.” Coming from anyone else in the world, the line woulde off corny. Forced Calcting. I’d have no choice but to roll my eyes and tell her to get out of my bed and my life.

 But this is Caterina, who I doubt has a calcting bone in her body. She’s too innocent to be anything but sincere.

 “You are more than worthy,” I murmur. “I’m the one who should ask myself whether I’m worthy of you.”

 ce our fingers together on top of my chest. It looks right; her small hand joined with my muchrger one. I’m her protector, and she is my sweetness, softness, the reason I do what I do. She’s be my reason to live, the thing that bnces my life.

 She snuggles against me, warm and happy and mine. All I can do is hold this precious thing in my arms and vow to myself that I’ll do everything in my power to keep her. Now I’ve seen what life’s like with her, and I’ve gotten a hint of what it can be without her. I know what I prefer.

 When my phone buzzes, I close my eyes and only hold her tighter. The rest of the world can go away for a little while.”

 “We’ve been here all day,” she reminds me with gentleughter in her voice.

 “And the world hasn’t burned down yet. It can wait.” When the buzzing ceases, I smile to myself–until it starts again.

 “Motherfucker. I swear to God, this had better be good.” I let go of her as much as I don’t want to and roll to the side, yanking my phone from the nightstand, unsurprised to find Roger’s name staring up at me. “What?” I snap.

 “She’s here.” He’s tense, his breathing harsh. “Someone must have let her in. She’s looking for you.”

 “Who?”

 He doesn’t need to answer the question. Not when the door flies open, and a whirlwindes blowing through. A whirlwind wearing couture I paid for before cutting her off. Someone I swore I’d never set eyes on again except in court.

 She flips the blonde hair I used to be crazy about over one thin shoulder. Her crimson lips curve in a c Caterina frantically grabs at the sheets to cover her naked body. This bitch. This destructive bitch.

 knowing smile while

 “Get the fuck out of my house!” My voice echoes through the room and probably carries out into the hall. “What do you think you’re doing? This is not your home. You don’t fucking belong here.”

 “Sorry to interrupt,” she sneers while Caterina curls into a ball, her knees drawn to her chest. Amalia’s cold, calcting gaze sizes her up. “A little young for you, isn’t she?”

 “I told you to leave,” I growl Caterina is the only reason I’m able to keep my temper in check, but I’m getting closer to losing my grip with every breath I take.

 How the hell did she get in here? How d

 did she know what she’d find? 

 Who in the fuck has been tipping her off all this time?

 “Get out before I have you dragged out,” I snarl. “This is your final warning.”

 “Give me a break.” She rolls her eyes. “I didn’te here to see you. I came here to see my daughter. It’s been too long, and

 I’ve heard rumors.”

 Again, how?

 Before I can wrap my head around what she’s saying, her attention swings back to Caterina. “And by the looks of I guess you’re the little slut who’s been fucking my husband ”

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