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 afuck, 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.
