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“I forgot to shave…”
He wore the same aroused expression as he took them off. “I haven’t had pussy in two months. You think a little hair is gonna stop me?” He rose to his feet then led me to the bed. He gently guided me back until I was lying on the mattress. Then he moved between my thighs and held himself on top of me. “Fuck, I missed you.” He pointed his cock at my entrance.
I pressed my hand against his rock-hard stomach. “I haven’t been with anyone.”
“I know. I haven’t either.”
“I ran away, and you didn’t sleep with anyone else?” I asked in surprise.
He held his face close to mine as he sank deep inside me. “This is the only pussy I want.”
I felt inch after inch, along with the warmth his body smothered me with. I closed my eyes as I felt my body stretch to accommodate him like it was the first time. My cunt had shrunk in his absence and tightened back to its original size. Now he would have to stretch me out again, pop my cherry like I wasn’t already pregnant with his baby. I gripped his arms and released a moan so loud it was embarrassing. “Cato…” Those two months in that remote village seemed like such a waste of time. I had been frozen to the bone and so lonely. My days were spent daydreaming about him. My nights were spent fantasizing about him.
He held still as he savored the feeling of being deep inside me. “Fuck yeah.” He pressed my legs farther into my waist and slowly thrust inside me, taking me slowly the way he did on our last night together.
I brought his face to mine and kissed him, every inch of my body on fire. He made love to my mouth as well as he did to my pussy. His cock hit me deep before he pulled it out again, just to dunk back inside me once more. He was thicker than I remembered, like his size increased due to my longing.
I felt so full I thought I might rip. “I missed you…” I spoke against his mouth as I kissed him, my legs wide apart so he could take me. I wasn’t self-conscious about my belly or my hair anymore. When he took me like this, it didn’t seem like he cared about those things.
“I missed you too, baby.” He thrust until he came to a stop. He closed his eyes like he had to concentrate on what he was doing, to force himself not to finish too soon.
“I’m almost there. Then you can come inside me.”
He moaned from way in the back of his throat, the masculine sound so sexy. “Don’t talk about me coming inside you, not if you want to come first.” He pressed his lips to my forehead and kissed me before he started to thrust again. His deep and even strokes hit my button every single time, making my thighs tighten and my toes curl.
“Cato, I’m gonna come.” I cupped his face and brought his lips to mine. My lips didn’t move with his. His warm breaths fell on my face as mine fell on his. My subtle moans became louder and louder as my body prepared for the explosion.
“Come, baby. I need to come.”
I finally hit my threshold and soared into the high. It was a better climax than the ones I’d given myself over the past few months. This was amazing, much more intense. My cunt gripped his cock with fervor, and my hips started to buck involuntarily. “Oh god.”
He couldn’t hold on a second longer and released, shoving his length deep inside me as he gave me his seed. He moaned with pleasure as he dumped everything he had, giving me a load bigger than ever before. “Jesus.” He stayed still as he finished, his cock twitching with joy as it slowly came down from the high. Instead of pulling out when every drop had been spilled, he stayed idle on top of me, getting ready for the next round. “Again.”
It was the second time I’d lain in that bed in the dark. The first time we slept together, we did it in this very bed, taking up a small amount of space because it was much too big for just two people. At the time, I was just a conquest, another notch on his belt.
But now I was pregnant with his baby, and this hunky man had his powerful arms wrapped around me. We faced each other in bed with the blankets pulled up to our shoulders. My leg was hiked over his waist, and my pregnant belly was between us.
His bedroom was so much warmer than mine in France. That house had a piss-poor furnace that couldn’t even supply heat to the bedrooms upstairs. As a result, I slept with five blankets, and I was still cold. Sometimes I was so desperate I thought about getting into Landon’s bed, but I never did because that would have been weird. But this luxurious estate was always the perfect temperature, always the safest and most comfortable place in Italy. We didn’t even need five blankets because Cato was a human furnace.
