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“I already haven’t renewed my prescription.”
Another pause, even thicker.
“Finish your cream pie,” says Alessandro. “We’re going home, and then you’re getting another.”
He calls for the check while I take another bite.
***
Alessandro’s touch is already possessive as he leads me out to the car, his hand never leaving my waist.
“Well, this got you frisky,” I laugh, trying to keep up with him in my heels as he speeds me away from the restaurant.
“Yes,” he answers bluntly. “From now on, its creampies only. Every time I come, it’s going in your pussy.”
“Does that mean no more—”
“I’m still going to fuck you any way I like,” he growls. “But my cum goes inside you.”
I shiver. “I like that.”
“Good. It’s happening.”
We get to the car and he pins me against it, pressing his knee between my thighs. I grind against him instinctively, already turned on.
“Fuck, I want you pregnant so bad,” Alessandro groans, holding me by the waist.
“You’re going to have to get me home first,” I giggle, still grinding, “unless you want to bend me over the car in the parking lot.”
He glances around, then shakes his head with a frustrated snarl. “Let’s get you home.” He opens the passenger door for me, and I get in.
***
Alessandro orders me to hike my dress up, then slips a hand inside my panties and cups my pussy as he drives us back to our penthouse. By the time we get home, I’m leaking with wetness. Both from his touch, and the exciting new element that’s we’re adding to our sex life.
Ordinarily, I would be taking my birth control right about now. But not anymore.
“Congratulations, graduate,” my husband whispers, circling my clit with his finger as we pull into the garage. “
“Just fuck me already,” I gasp, squirming. “I need you inside me.”
He doesn’t say anything, just gets out, opens my door, and pulls me out of the car. My feet don’t even touch the ground as he carries me inside.
We don’t reach the bed. The moment we get to the living room carpet, I’m on the floor, and Alessandro is on top of me, unbuckling his pants.
“Oh my god,” he growls, slipping his cock inside me without preamble. “Oh my fucking god,yesss.”
I whimper, achingly full, but wet enough to accept him. “Alessandro… Alessandro…”
“I love you, Ava,” comes his voice, hoarse, desperate. “God, I love you…”
Rough fingers dig into my ass, my hips. He holds me as he slams his cock into me, stretching me open, going as deep as I can take. I wrap my legs around him, the pleasure building, his throaty growls rumbling in my ear.
When I’m close to coming, I ask Alessandro for permission, as I always do. At this point, I could barely imagine not asking.
It’s his decision, not mine. And that’s exactly the way I want it.
“I’m close,” I gasp, as I have a thousand times before. “Sir, can I come?”
