21. Jovie
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 rolling against his mouth as every pleasurable wave has me losing control.
“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. He places 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.”
I reach between my legs to play with my clit, and he snags me by the wrist.
“You’ll only come by my cock tonight.”
“Santino,” I whine. “I’m so close. I need more.”
This time, he does tighten his hand around my throat, leans down, and whispers. “You’ll take what I give you and what I will give you will be enough.”
He turns me to my side, parts my legs, and drives back into me. I take him to the hilt and in this position, I’m grabbing the blanket, twisting it as hard as I can.
He’s hitting the spot I needed.
I bury my face in the mattress to muffle my screams.
He tsks, “Let me hear you or I’ll edge you.”
I can’t. I need to come. If he edges me, I might die. Dramatic, but true.
Turning my face, I scream. My throat hurts. Every shout and cry becomes hoarser.
“Santino!” My orgasm hits me hard and fast.
I clench around him, squirting all over him until the wet sounds of him pounding into me become too much for him.
He curls over me, groaning his release into my ear. “All mine.”
“Yours. Santino. All yours.”