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“Aria Romano.” She speaks her name, slowly and seductively, and I reward her by sliding my hand over the swell of her stomach and slipping it into her panties.
“You are very wet, Aria Romano.” I tease her with my finger, listening to her breaths becoming heavier. “You want to be fucked tonight, wearing this collar?” I grip it with my hand as I push two of my fingers inside her and watch the swallow, she makes, travel down her throat.
“Yes,” she manages, closing her eyes and bucking herself against my hand. “You look stunning when you're desperate,” I tell her, sliding my free hand down her body and resting it on the ridge of her bump. I wait until she’s come all over my fingers before I spin her body around, taking both her hands in mine and bracing them against the wall in front of her.
“Spread your legs for me,” I demand, gathering her long hair in my hand and holding it in a ponytail. “You know, from the back, you can’t even tell you're pregnant.” I massage her shoulder with my other hand, and she rears her little ass up against me, trying so hard to get the friction she needs.
“Look at you, ready to give birth any day and still craving my cock.” I make sure she hears my belt buckle clink as I undo it, and when I unzip my slacks and take it out, I stroke it through my palm, making sure the tip only just touches the base of her spine.
“Matteo, please,” she begs, and when she slides one of her hands down from the wall, so she can try and relieve some of the tension between her legs, I land my palm on her ass cheek just hard enough to make her squeal.
“I can’t wait to be able to mark you, again,” I tell her, soothing my hand over the cheek I just spanked before gripping it tightly.
“Please. I…” The words get trapped in her mouth when I bend my knees and agonizingly, slowly fill her with my cock. I love the long, satisfied sigh of relief she makes when she has every single inch of it and I hold still inside her.
“I’m going to fuck you fast, I’m going to fuck you hard. And I’m going to fuck you, like the girl I brought here to ruin,” I warn, cradling her huge stomach in my hands as I do exactly what I promised. Aria knows that she can be as loud as she wants to be down here, and she takes full advantage of that. Screaming my name and moaning loudly as she comes, again and again, dripping all over my thick, hard cock. She scratches at the walls, her legs tremble, and when I feel my own release coming I sink my teeth into her shoulder and fill her warm, tight cunt with my cum. My head spins as I hold her steady, and just when I start to worry that I’ve been too rough, she stretches her arms up so she can wrap them behind my neck, forcing her tight, swollen stomach to stick out even more.
“That was just what I needed,” she sighs, snuggling her head into the crook of my neck. “What shall we do with the rest of our night?”
“I was planning on taking you upstairs, drawing you a bath and taking care of you.” I make a long, circular stroke around her belly, pausing when I feel our little girl push out against my palm.
“Whatever happened to you, Matteo Romano?” Aria laughs, and I quickly spin her back around to face me, hooking my hand into the collar she’s wearing, and using it to draw her to my lips.
“I found the girl who ruined me.” I force my tongue into her mouth and kiss her the way she likes to be kissed. Rough, firm and like she belongs to me.