“You could have said no.”
“Could I?”
She looks amused and my brain is whirring through this new information, piecing things together. I run my hands over her stomach, feeling the outline of my cock inside her. She moans as I press down. “Sophie, does that mean you’re taking me back? Are you saying you—you want to have my baby, princess?”
Overwhelmed with fucking joy is an understatement, but she crushes me instantly.
“That’s not what I’m saying.” She starts moving her hips again, bouncing that big fat ass of hers and making her pussy squeeze my cock.
“FUCK.” I grab handfuls of her ass with both hands and force her to stop moving. “I’m serious, Sophie. If you have my baby, you’re connected to me for fucking life. I’m never leaving your side. I don’t care if you hate me. If you have my child, you will never be able to get rid of me.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Vincenzo, are you saying if I don’t have babies for you, then you don’t want me?”
“No,mia regina, if you’ll have me, I’m yours for the rest of my life. You’re my wife. You call the shots. If you want me to stay with you, I stay. You want me to pass over head of the family to Tommy, I’ll do it. You tell me you don’t want me anymore, I’ll go.” I suck in a deep breath, smoothing my palms over her ass. “But if you have my child and then decide you want me to go, Sophie, it won’t matter. I’m not going anywhere. You’ll have to kill me.”
She sighs softly. “I’m going to need you to stop talking.” She grinds down on my cock hard and digs her fingernails into my chest and fuck, I almost let her shut me down. Almost.
“God damn it, Sophia. You need to understand what you’re asking for if I come inside you. I know it’s not going to necessarily happen this time, but—”
“Vin?”
“— if you tell me that you’re mine then I’m going to be inside you every chance I get and—”
“Vin?”
“You will get pregnant, Sophie, it’s going to happen so—”
“Vincenzo!”
“What?”
“I’m having your baby.”
The world literally mother fucking stops. Every detail of my life past and present e-fucking-vaporates in that moment and all I see is this beautiful queen telling me she wants to have my baby.
“Holy shit, Sophie.” My voice sounds as breathless as I feel. “You want to have my baby?”
I pull her down into my arms and she pats me like I’m a toddler.
“Vincenzo, listen to me. Please. Stop. Let me up.” I immediately let go of her and she sits up. She moves my hand to her stomach and tilts her head at me. “I’m telling you that Iamhaving your baby.”
My eyes pop wide and I stare at our hands on her stomach then at her face and back again. “You’re—”
She nods.
“Holy shit. Oh my God. Sophia.” Fuck the stitches, fuck everything. I grab her, still inside her, and roll with her until I’m on top and I’ve got her pinned to the bed. I frame her face with my hands and stare at her then devour her, kissing her, fucking her, pounding her—and freeze. “Oh shit, is this okay? It won’t hurt the baby?”
“We won’t hurt the baby,” she’s breathless and laughing and gripping my ass with both hands.
“But I’m kind of big—”
“Si, sei grande, daddy.”
Yes, you are big, daddy.
I groan and slam into her with my cock, nailing her to the bed with everything I have. “Fuck! I’m going to be a daddy for real.”
I fuck my queen’s sweet pussy hard then harder. “Come for Daddy, princess. Daddy’s got you, Sophia.” I bury my face in her neck, biting down until she screams, until she scratches me so hard she rips open my stitches and blood pours down my back, until she comes hard, squirting all over my cock.
