He gripped my wrists and shoved them onto the bed above my head. My struggling was useless, he was too strong so I didn’t bother.
Instead I narrowed my eyes at him. “Stop torturing me!” I said, then moaned as he turned the vibrations up another notch. I was on sensory overload but Matteo was relentless.
His expression was hungry and dark as he watched his hand guide the dildo in and out of me. He was a hunter on a trail. “You have the prettiest pussy ever, baby.”
I opened my mouth for a snappy comment but he pulled the dildo out of me and held the vibrating tip against my clit.
I gasped, my eyes rolling back. “You’re wasting your time, I won’t come again.”
That was of course the wrong thing to say. Matteo loved a good challenge, which was why we were married at all.
His answering grin was shark-like and a new wave of arousal pooled between my legs. This man was too sexy for words, problem was he was too aware of it.
“Challenge accepted,” Matteo growled. “How about three more orgasms?”
I snorted. “Good luck.”
He chuckled but then his expression turned intent, predatory. The hunt had begun. Fuck.
Matteo
Gianna’s face flashed with desire. She was fucking eager for those orgasms. I released her wrists and she put her hands flat on the bed, surrendering.
I pulled the pink dildo away from her clit and parted her legs farther. That pink pussy was too fucking pretty. I lowered the vibrations to a soft hum and traced the tip of the device slowly over her outer lips. I circled Gianna’s pretty folds like that for a few minutes until her breathing was deep and she was glistening with arousal, then I turned the vibrations up and held the tip to her opening.
She moaned. “Oh God, fuck. Matteo.”
I smirked, then slowly ran the dildo up along her crease but stopped before it reached her little nub before I returned to her opening. I repeated that over and over again until Gianna was writhing and moaning, begging for release. My own cock was already hard again, watching her take pleasure like that. Slowly I slid half of the dildo into her pussy and Gianna began quivering. She was close.
“Ready for one of three?” I asked.
“Yes,” she gasped out.
I crept down her body and bent over her pussy, watching the dildo half buried in her. “Fuck. I think I’m jealous of that pink atrocity.”
Gianna huffed but it was breathless and needy.
I turned up the vibrator to full speed and sucked her clit at the same time and Gianna exploded. She cried out, gripped my hair, tugged, bucked her hips.
I pulled the dildo out and dipped my tongue into her. “You’re always my taste of the month.”
She laughed. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
“Fuck, yes,” I rasped as I lapped at her, then I pushed up to my arm.
She shook her head. “Sometimes you sound like a madman.”
I grinned. “Only sometimes? Then I must be losing my charm.”
Gianna rolled her eyes but her smile was warm and my own heart swelled with love for her. “Are you ready for two of three?” I asked.
She sighed, half exhausted, half resigned. “Probably not, but you don’t care, right?”
“Right,” I said in a low voice as I kissed her. “How about you take my cock up that pretty pussy now?”
“That sounds good,” she said in that throaty sex voice that drove me insane. My eyes traced over her protruding belly. We mostly tried to pretend it wasn’t there but it was becoming increasingly difficult, especially for Gianna.
“I think missionary is out of the question now,” I said with a grin.
“As if that was ever your favorite.”
“It’s not, and it isn’t yours either,” I said with a dirty laugh. Gianna loved doing it doggy style or up against the wall or bent over a table. Fuck we had so many favorites, it was hard to choose.
“True.”
“Why don’t you ride me? I’m feeling like being lazy today.”
I stretched out on my back and Gianna positioned herself over me. Her brows drew together as she glanced at her bump.
“My cock’s waiting,” I teased.
She lowered herself, burying my cock all the way in her. I groaned and so did she, but her movements were out of sync. I could tell that she was getting increasingly frustrated with her body.
“Let me fuck you doggy style. I miss your pretty ass.”
She nodded, but the frown remained on her face. Only when she was on all fours in front of me and I started rubbing her slit with my tip did she begin to relax again. I pushed into her, with less force than in the past, not sure if I could hurt the baby. She moaned, and soon everything was forgotten as I fucked her slow but deep, rubbing her clit, and when she came, her clenching inner walls shoved me over the edge as well. I groaned, my thrust becoming uncoordinated.
“Fuck,” I growled.
She laughed. “I guess number three is canceled.”
I leaned forward and bit her neck lightly. “Give me some time, then I’m up for another round.”
She shook her head. “I really don’t think I can again, and I mean it. I feel like I’m about to pass out from exhaustion. I just want to sleep.”
I kissed her shoulder blade and pulled out of her. “All right. Tomorrow then.”
She smiled and stretched out on her side. I lied down beside her, pulling her into my arms, but her bump got in the way. She sighed. “It gets difficult ignoring this.”
“Only three more months, then it’s over,” I assured her.
She frowned. “I know. I hope we can keep it from the public. I don’t want people to suspect anything when Aria and Luca pretend it’s their baby.”
“We’re careful,” I said. My stomach did that annoying flip when I thought of giving that baby to my brother and Aria, not because they wouldn’t take care of it, but because part of me wanted to be the one to do it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gianna
“I think I’m going crazy, Peanut,” I whispered as I touched the bump. I’d started talking to it in secret a few weeks ago as it had become clear that the baby wouldn’t let me ignore it. It was kicking up a storm every time I was trying to sleep or relax. I hadn’t told anyone that I could feel its kicks. I wasn’t even sure why. Aria had asked me a couple of times about it, but I’d always changed the topic. It felt too… real, feeling this baby move inside of me.
Another kick, and this time even my belly vibrated. It was impossible to miss anymore. On the one hand, I felt relief whenever Peanut showed it was still alive and kicking, but on the other hand its presence overwhelmed me in a way I didn’t understand. The worst was all the secrecy, all the hiding in the Hamptons as if I was a prisoner. So far nobody had seen me with a bump and Aria had managed to stay out of the public eyes since Christmas as well. The chances of us pulling off our plan weren’t bad.
“You have our temper, Peanut.”
Luca wouldn’t be happy about that. I smiled but slowly the smile dropped. I pulled my hand away from my belly and got dressed. Aria and Luca wouldn’t have trouble handling a wild child. Amo wasn’t exactly an easy kid either and they got him under control, mostly. I couldn’t help but wonder how they’d raise my Peanut. If it were a girl, which I still didn’t know, Luca would probably be a protective berserk as he was with Marcella. If Peanut were a girl, she would never experience freedom, never get to choose her own path, her husband, or even if she wanted to marry at all.