Chapter 23 #2
He must’ve forgotten that I’d always been his match when it came to sex, because I didn’t cower at his threat. “If I’m not screaming at the top of my lungs in both pain and pleasure, you’re not doing it right.”
That set him over the top, his dark eyes flaring as he growled, “By the time I’m through, you’re gonna regret that.”
I huffed out a husky laugh. “Wanna bet?”
“Enough talking,” Gio barked, rising to his full height.
His thick, pierced cock was poised in the perfect position for me to take it inside my mouth, and I parted my lips wide in invitation.
“Dirty fucking slut,” my husband breathed, slapping the heavy weight of his erection on my tongue, the salty burst of precum making my taste buds sing. “So hungry for dick.”
“Mmm.” I sucked on the head, giving strong, teasing pulses that had him groaning, his head dropping back.
Bobbing on his length, I took it deeper, flattening my tongue to drag it against the barbells on the underside.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that,” Gio encouraged, his hips beginning to buck as he chased the sensation.
For a while, he let me set the pace, but eventually his patience grew thin, and he halted my motions with two hands grasping the sides of my face. Widening his stance, he held me steady as he pumped into my mouth, driving further down my throat with each thrust.
With my hands tied, I was powerless against the ruthless rhythm with which he fucked my face.
My eyes watered, and tears streaked down my face as I poured all my focus into hollowing my cheeks and providing enough suction to drive him insane.
And there was no escaping the moment when he pushed past my gag reflex to cut off my air supply.
Black spots danced in my vision as he held himself there, his pelvis pressed flush to my nose, relishing the rippling of my throat muscles around him as they fought against the intrusion.
When he finally pulled back, I barely had time to suck in a gasping breath before he pushed deep again.
Drool leaked down my chin, landing on my breasts and belly, and I was dripping between my spread thighs, the throbbing there reaching a nuclear level.
The surge of power, knowing I could be my husband’s undoing, was beyond intoxicating.
Time lost all meaning, becoming a blur of sensation and survival as I was forced to deep-throat Gio.
My hearing dropped out, his throaty groans growing muted, and just when I began to sway, on the verge of passing out from oxygen deprivation, my husband’s hard cock slipped from my mouth, and he was quick to release the knot that bound my wrists to my ankles.
I fell to my side on the plush carpet, panting as I tried to catch my breath.
Fingers carved a path through my hair, and lips found my temple as Gio murmured, “Perfection.”
Preening under his praise, I let out a contented hum.
“Come on.” He tugged me upright, urging me to my feet. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Leading me to the leather couch, Gio took a seat. With his hands on my waist, he turned me so I was facing away from him before gently pulling me onto his lap. His stiff shaft pressed against my ass, trapped between our two bodies.
With us pressed flush, Gio’s chuckle vibrated through my back. “Is my greedy girl ready for more?”
My capacity for speech had been lost long ago, so, in response, I reached back with my still-bound hands, gripping his hair for leverage as I arched against him, my ass shifting restlessly against his dick.
Lips pressed against the side of my neck. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
It was more like a fuck, yes, but who was counting?
“Legs up,” Gio commanded, but my lower limbs were currently made of jelly, so he had to help me maneuver them so I was straddling him in reverse.
His firm grip dug into my hips, lifting me enough that his cock could notch at my entrance.
Before he could impale me on his length, I reached down, dragging the pierced head through my slit before teasing my clit with it.
The pressure was beyond perfect, but my moans must’ve alerted my husband that I was about to get off by rubbing against his dick, and he slapped my hands away.
“Did I say you could come yet?”
A broken sob slipped past my lips. I needed to come more than I needed to breathe.
Gio patted the side of my thigh. “Sit on my cock.”
That was all the permission I needed to drop my weight, groaning at the feeling of fullness and his multitude of piercings as his thick shaft split me open, my ass coming to rest on his lap.
“Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight.” Gio lifted his hips, rocking into me.
My head fell back against his chest, giving myself over to him completely.
Hands glided over my belly, pausing there. “Open your eyes.”
Brows furrowing, I forced my heavy eyelids to lift, and I couldn’t contain my sharp gasp.
We were seated directly across from a window, and our reflections stared back at us from the glass surface.
“I dare you to lie to me and tell me this”—his fingers flexed over my gigantic bump—“isn’t goddamn gorgeous.”
Damn him, he was right. I’d never seen a sight so erotic in my whole life.
“Now I want you to watch as I fill you up and try my hardest to put another baby in you before you’ve even had this one.”
Why was that so hot?
He pumped into me from below, while I swiveled my hips, chasing friction, the whole time my eyes locked on the pornographic show playing out before me in the window.
Gio’s touch skimmed upward, and he began to play with my breasts, squeezing them gently before pinching and tugging on my nipples.
There was a feeling of fullness, followed by a tingling sensation and a rush of warmth. My eyes grew large when I realized I was leaking, droplets of milk falling freely onto my belly.
“Fuck, yes.” Gio groaned. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for.” The golden liquid spilled over his fingers as he brought one hand to his mouth, sucking the digits clean, a satisfied rumble rolling through his chest. “So fucking sweet.”
Gathering up more, he pushed his fingers into my mouth, making me taste it. Though I should have been outright horrified at ingesting my own breastmilk, I lapped it up greedily.
Thick and sweet, already, I craved more.
It was borderline depraved, and I realized I was just as fucked in the head as my husband. Maybe this was a sign that we were a perfect pair after all.
The fluid motion of our bodies rocking together while Gio stimulated my nipples had the ache between my thighs reaching a fever pitch.
“I need—” My broken plea was replaced by a throaty groan as Gio picked up the pace, pumping into me faster. I was so wet, the sloppy sounds of him penetrating me filled the room.
Liquid fire coursed through my veins as I strained against him, writhing in my desperation to reach the highest peak of ecstasy. I was so close, but it taunted me, just out of reach.
Sensing my needs, Gio dropped one hand between my spread thighs, strumming my clit with expert precision, and it sent me into the stratosphere on a shrill scream.
My release gushed around his fingers, soaking his thighs and mine, and I kept coming for what felt like an eternity, the intense pressure seemingly never-ending.
The grunts in my ear grew louder, coming in time with each piston of his cock. Until, finally, he bit down on the sensitive skin of my shoulder hard enough to break the skin, his roar of release muffled as he emptied inside me.
Slick with sweat, I collapsed against the man at my back, trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
For a while, our harsh breathing was the only sound in the room, and we were content to lie there, our connection intact as we recovered.
Eventually, Gio shifted behind me, guiding my hands from around the back of his neck and into view so he could undo the knots holding the silk tie in place.
His thumbs stroked the red marks left behind on my wrists as I flexed my fingers. “Too much?”
Sighing, I shook my head. “Just enough.”
He hummed against the side of my head. “Ready to move?”
My gaze remained locked on our reflection in the window. Snow had begun to fall, making it appear as if we were contained within a snow globe. “Not yet.”
“Okay.” He kissed my temple, his touch trailing over my generous curves until he cupped my belly with both hands. “We can stay here for as long as you’d like.”
Content to be held in his arms, our bodies joined, I let my heavy eyelids fall shut.
Peace and calm surrounded us, hidden away from the rest of the world, and I wished we could stay like this forever.
“Where are you going?” Gio’s sleep-roughened voice called out in the darkness as I slid out of bed.
“My back’s bothering me. I’m gonna take a hot shower to see if that helps.”
The rustling of sheets falling away as he sat up reached my ears. “You want me to come with you?”
“No sense in us both losing sleep over it,” I protested.
He released a heavy sigh. “Rory.”
Reaching over, I squeezed his hand. “I won’t be long. Promise.”
Though there was a rumble from his chest, Gio had the good sense not to argue further.
Padding into the ensuite, I turned on the shower.
While I waited for the water to warm up, I shoved the thin straps of my nightgown off my shoulders, and the material pooled at my feet.
Groaning, I pressed a hand to my aching lower back.
Hopefully, the heat would provide enough relief that I could get a few hours of sleep, which was all I was afforded these days with the baby pressing on my bladder.
Steam filled the room, and I stepped through the glass door, a moan floating past my lips when the scalding water landed on my aching muscles.
I reached up to adjust the showerhead, shifting the setting from an even downpour to a targeted massage.
Turning, I placed my hands on the marble wall, rocking my hips from side to side as the high-pressure spray hit the perfect spot.
Though it dulled the sharpness of the pain, it continued to radiate outward, curling around my hips in waves.
“Rory? It’s been half an hour. Are you okay?”
My head lifted at the sound of Gio entering the bathroom. Had I really been in the shower that long?
When I didn’t respond, my husband pulled open the glass door, frowning. Shaking his head, he muttered, “I knew I went too hard on you.”
“I’m o-okay.” It wasn’t overly convincing when my breathing hitched, and I winced, my palm rubbing circles on my hard belly.
Gio’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Why don’t you come out of there?” He offered me his hand.
Reluctantly, I turned off the water and let him help me onto the bathmat.
He’d just spun around to grab me a towel when an intense pressure gripped my stomach, and I doubled over with a low groan.
A split-second later, there was a gush between my legs, and my eyes widened as hot liquid splashed on the floor.
Wide-eyed, my head snapped up to find Gio frozen only a few feet away, his gaze locked on the mess I’d made. I could only imagine the shock on his face mirrored my own.
Voice shaky as reality sank in, I whispered, “We need to go to the hospital.”