Chapter 35
DARIO
ONE WEEK LATER
“ H ave I told you lately that you’re incredible?” I take off my wife's heels, place them on top of the piano, and help her rest in the armchair by the fireplace. I don’t know what's come over her, but she seems to have had this rush of energy the past few days.
“Not since this morning.” She smiles at me as she strokes her hand over the huge, pregnant belly that stretches out the black sequined dress she wears.
Another one of Paulo’s last-minute favors.
“Well, I'm telling you again. You're incredible.” I rest my hands on the arms of the chair and lean down to kiss her.
“So, how does it feel to be the man with all the power?” She smiles proudly. Father invited all of his faction leaders and their wives to his place tonight for a formal dinner and to announce his retirement and my very, heavily pregnant wife played her role seamlessly, as always.
“It feels good, but a little scary. I’ve got a lot of people counting on me and a lot to fix. ”
You’ll do amazing, and you have a full cheerleading squad right behind you.” She shifts uncomfortably in the chair.
“Are you getting beat up?” I crouch beside her so I can feel my daughters. Madalina will have reached the thirty-six-week mark, tomorrow and I know she’s ready for them to come. I swore she couldn't get any bigger than she was last week but each day she surprises me.
“They’ve been crazy today. I’m getting it from all angles.” I can tell by the way she looks down at my hand that she doesn’t mind. In fact, I’d go as far as to say Madalina has enjoyed her pregnancy. I’m glad it means it will be less difficult to persuade her to do it again.
“I have an idea.” I place a gentle kiss against her before standing up and moving to the piano.
I take the stool and start to play the song that I was playing that first night that Madalina came down the stairs to find me. I thought I was being optimistic to find hope in the concern I saw on her face back then.
“I think you're sending them off to sleep.” Madalina smiles when I look over my shoulder at her.
Seeing her look so happy as she slouches back in an evening gown that's been specially made to cater for her giant, pregnant belly makes me feel like the luckiest man on the planet.
“I’m going to teach the girls how to play, just like my mother taught me,” I tell her as I continue to play from memory.
“You never speak about your mom.” She’s got a frown on her face when I finish playing and turn around to face her
“Because it hurts, and I was always told I mustn’t show weakness. Even when I was nine years old.”
“That’s so sad.” She uses the arms of the chair to drag herself up and when she waddles toward me I rest my hands on her hips and look up at her .
“I wish she could have been here for this.” I kiss her tummy again, appreciating it while it’s still there.
“Me too. I’d have liked to have met her.”
“Ouch!” She flinches and I hold her steady as she closes her eyes and recovers.
“Contraction?” I check, feeling myself slipping into panic mode.
“No, I guess one of them doesn't want to sleep yet.” She smiles at me.
“While you're being kept awake, Mrs. DeMarco…” I slide my hand up under her dress until I reach her cotton panties and start to tease her with my finger.
“That feels nice.” She gasps as she dampens the fabric and rests her palms on my shoulder.
“How would you feel about taking your husband's cock?” I ask as I slowly work my finger into the side of her panties and touch it against her sensitive flesh.
“I’d be happy to.” She nods. Even in the uncomfortable state she’s in she’s still so desperate to be fucked and I swear it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever encountered.
I stand up and turn her around, unhooking the back of her dress to expose her fertile body in all its glory, then kissing her shoulder I let my hands explore her swollen tits and the fit-to-burst stomach that sticks out in front of her.
“You know, I’m barely going to give you time to recover before I knock you up, again,” I whisper, kneading one of her tits in my palm and making her moan.
“We’re going to need a bigger house.” She laughs making her belly jiggle, and I smooth my hand over its roundness as I sink my teeth into her collarbone.
“Are you going to even find me attractive when I’m not pregnant?” she questions.
“I’ m always going to find you attractive, even when we’re old and gray,” I promise.
“Even when my tits touch the floor from all the babies I’ve nursed for you?” She laughs some more.
“Mmm, keep talking dirty to me.” I tickle her ribs as I walk us toward the armchair and bend her over.
“Here.” I place her hands on each arm of the chair and force the rest of her dress off.
“You're wearing a thong?” I snap the back of it with my finger and make her moan some more.
“Dripping wet, about to give birth, and wearing a fucking thong! That definitely earns you some tongue action.” I drop to my knees and spread her ass cheeks apart so I can circle her entrance with my tongue.
“Fuck!” she curses and I smack her ass to keep her in check. She knows I hate it when that pretty mouth swears. But I love the way she gasps and how her body tenses at her punishment, so I do it again. And again, until her sweet juices smother my mouth and she screams out another curse word.
“Tell me if I go too rough.” I stand up after my first assignment is complete, undoing my slacks and releasing my thick, hard cock so I can get it inside her.
“There's no such thing.” She looks over her shoulder at me daringly, and I swear if she wasn’t about to drop I’d teach her her fucking limit.
“Say that again when you're not loaded up with precious cargo,” I warn her, reaching over her back and gripping her shoulder with one hand, while my other rests on her hip. I let the tip of my cock find its way to her slick, pulsing pussy, and when I push inside her that instant relief washes over me.
“Yesss!” she sighs heavily as she feels me push deeper inside her .
“Still so fucking tight.” I reach around her and clutch her belly. “You're my perfect fit, pretty girl.”
My cock slips in and out of her pussy with such ease, she feels incredible and when her gasps get louder and turn to heavy moans, I know she’s close to coming for me.
“Tell me how it feels.” I steady my thrust to prolong it for her.
“It feels…like a loaded gun ready to go off,” she whispers breathlessly, gripping the arm of the chair as I continue to push inside her. “I can feel it coming,” she warns. “ Oh fuck , Dario, I’m going to come!”
I make one long thrust inside her and hold still, letting her throbbing channel milk me of my own pleasure. I allow her to catch her breath, then keeping my cock rooted inside her, I carefully shift us so that I’m sitting on the chair with her on my lap.
“Here, lie back.” I tap my chest so she’s resting back against it and, with my cock hard and deep in her pussy, I kiss her cheek and cradle her big, round stomach in my hands.
“It was here, you know,” she whispers. “The night you got me that rose and the pills that caused all this.” She rests her hand over mine and smiles. “I fell a little bit in love with you while you were playing that piano. You were unaware that I was watching and I saw a tiny hint of vulnerability.”
“I killed a man that night because he called you a whore. I beat up a friend to protect your brother. I guess I was feeling vulnerable,” I admit. “And maybe just a little bit guilty for the whole birth control thing,” I add as I kiss her neck.
“Guilty but not regretful.” She looks back at me over her shoulder.
“Not regretful in the slightest.” I pat her tummy and when she goes to get up I hold her firm.
“Let me go.” She giggles.
“My cock is very happy where it is.” I nip on her ear.
“Dario, come on, I have to pee.” She wiggles her hips until my still-hard cock slips out of her and when she stands up I take off my shirt and toss it at her.
“Here, I don't want my guards ogling what’s mine.”
“Oh, yeah, because this is so hot.” She rolls her hand around her pregnant belly, then the smile drops from her face as she grips the side of the piano and doubles over.
I hear a gush, and after I follow the trickling between her thighs to the pool it makes on the floor I stare back up at her in shock.
“Madalina, did you just?—”
“No,” She shakes her head. “My waters just broke.” She bites her lip and looks up at me with an excited smile.