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Her hand on my head kept pushing while the other remained clasped over her mouth.

Her moans were muffled, her legs trembling beneath my hold.

Despite her big belly, she still managed to arch her back in pleasure, and in a split second, I heard it—the sharp, high-pitched moan that pierced the air.

She must have taken her hand off her mouth, and the moment she let out that moan, I was set ablaze with want.

Alessia lay back against the pillows, her breaths already shallow, a soft whimper escaping her lips as my mouth dipped lower. The soft glow of the bedside lamp painted her skin golden, and when I jerked my eyes, I caught hers, half-lidded, as she watched me through heavy lashes.

She squeezed against the sheets, knuckles white as the fabric wrinkled beneath her grip.

I continued sucking, eating and exploring her depths as she let out a low, broken cry.

Her back shifted a bit off the mattress in response, her voice coming in soft, shaky whimpers that cranked up the heat inside me.

I slid my middle finger in through her cunt, and her body arched, a moan catching in her throat—raw and unrestrained. Her thighs instinctively closed around me, trembling, but I held her open, savoring every sound she made.

And then, out of the blue, I heard my name on her lips—faint, like a prayer on repeat. “Nik…oh, Nik….” Her moans were building in waves that matched the rhythm of my tongue. “Please…don’t stop. Nik…oh, God, don’t stop.”

Her tone drove me wild with need, and I continued to eat her while simultaneously fingering her pussy. With or without her pleas not to stop, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. She tasted so good that I could spend the whole night eating her up.

The way she writhed, the way her belly fluttered under my touch, the way her thighs squeezed around my shoulders—it was all intoxicating.

“Oh, God, Nik, I think I’m gonna cum,” she announced, her voice sweet and spicy. “Keep going, right there…yes, right there,” she moaned, lost in ecstasy. “I’m gonna cum—please, don’t stop.”

Stop? Now? Hell, no.

I kept going, eating and eating while doing the come-hither gesture with my finger inside her.

I looked up in time to catch the scrunched-up expression on her face, the pleasure etched in her gaze.

She’d turned red from all that intense sensation coursing through her veins, and her legs wouldn’t stop shaking.

Her body was stiffened, her mouth shaped like an “O,” yet no sound came forth.

Her face was contorted in pleasure, and her eyes had turned completely white.

With her palm, she stimulated her clit, quickly rubbing her fingers over it while I ate.

“Fuck, yes, I’m cumming!” She steeled herself, her voice a deep, throaty groan that drew out the ache beneath my skin.

I continued to eat, continued to pressure her G-spot with the come-hither gesture while she fervently rubbed her clit. Her voice ceased, and her cry caught in her throat. But neither of us would stop or slow down on her stimulating her cunt.

“Nik, oh, Nik!” she screamed, writhing over the wrinkled sheets.

Her thighs shook as she unraveled beneath me, her breath catching as the pressure inside her crested.

Then, it broke.

Her climax hit like a tidal wave—sharp, intense, and all-consuming.

She arched her back high off the bed, her fingers clutching the sheets like an anchor as her hips ground desperately against my mouth.

A guttural cry tore from her throat, her eyes shut in ecstasy, her face a mask of pleasure.

Her whole body trembled, overwhelmed by the sensation coursing through her blood.

Alessia’s moans melted into sobs of release, and her toes curled as the tension in her legs tightened.

Gradually, it gave way to quivering aftershocks.

Yet, I didn’t pull back. I didn’t withdraw.

I kept eating and kissing her through it.

The more she writhed, the more I rode each wave until she collapsed onto the mattress. Spent. Breathless and boneless.

She gasped for air, her legs still shuddering from her intense release.

Her hands darted upward, fingers combing through her now slightly dampened hair.

Her body was yet to stop shaking like she’d caught a cold, except this was nothing but absolute pleasure.

She lay on her back, exhausted and breathing heavily, probably wondering what the hell just happened.

Alessia managed to position herself on her elbows, her gaze locked to mine. In her eyes, I saw the flame from earlier—it still burned just as bright. She might have had an orgasm, but that didn’t mean that she was done yet; it didn’t mean that she was satisfied.

I climbed onto the bed, careful not to press against the gentle curve of her belly.

She reached out and claimed my lips, her kiss deep and fervent.

Her hand traveled down my groin, and with her fingers, she deftly undid the folds of the towel around my waist. She broke our kiss for a fleeting moment, her eyes dropping to my shaft, hard and veiny.

She took it in her hand, and, while looking into my eyes, she stroked my length like a woman who knew exactly how to pleasure a man.

She scooped my precum in her grip, smearing the fluid all over my member. It served as a makeshift lube, aiding the to-and-fro movement of her hand over my cock. My palm framed her face as I pushed my tongue into her mouth. Our heads danced to the flow of the passion coursing through our bodies.

My hand left her face and settled on her bosom to fondle both her breasts, one at a time.

She took my hand and lowered it down to her tunnel, a silent gesture at what she wanted: to be fingered.

Her wish was my command, and I’d do anything to please her right now.

Tonight was about her, about reminding her of the good time we once had before she chose to run away.

I slipped my fingers back into her pussy, her warmth enveloping me. She was super wet, and her cunt was slippery. The deeper I dug into her, the more she stroked my cock, her fingers working the kind of magic that almost had me climaxing. But not yet. I wasn’t done with her.

She let go of my cock, her lips curling into a faint, almost imperceptible grin. Alessia rolled over and went down on all fours, her ass set in front of me. This was what she wanted—backstroke.

My knees sank into the mattress and I positioned myself behind her, my cock hovering outside her entrance. I ran my cap between her folds, first teasing her while fondling and spanking her ass. She winced in rapid response, her body flinching for a split second.

“Oh, my goodness,” she moaned, exhaling sharply as I pushed my cock into her entrance.

Alessia gripped the sheets tightly, her pussy swallowing me whole. She was warm and slippery—just the way I liked it. She lowered her head, her grip tightening around the sheets as I traveled deeper and deeper into her. “Yes, please, stretch me out,” she whispered under her breath.

I buried myself deep inside her before pulling out by a fraction. Before she could register what was happening, I slammed hard against her from behind. A loud moan tore from her throat, her breasts bouncing back and forth as I plunged harder into her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she cried out, her hard nipples brushing against the pillows beneath her.

I spanked her butt, reveling in the soft wince that left her lips.

With relentless strokes, I continued to drive into her, her moans fueling my desire.

I molded her ass, fingers digging into her flesh before I clutched a handful of her hair.

As I pulled it back, her head jerked, with her face toward the ceiling.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she mumbled, squeezing hard against the sheets beneath her. “Harder, please. Go harder,” she whispered under her breath, too shy or embarrassed to say it too loudly.

But I needed to hear her say those words. I was desperate to break her to the point where she was no longer shy. Despite being free enough to let me hear her moans—raw and unrestrained—she was still holding back.

That was about to change.

Alessia mumbled the same words again, her body jerking back and forth to the rhythm of my relentless strokes.

“Louder,” I commanded. “Say it louder.”

She repeated the words, her tone low and even, filled with ecstasy.

“I didn’t hear you. Say it louder.” I tugged on her hair, not too roughly but enough to inflict her with a fleeting sweet pain.

“Harder, please. Go harder,” she begged, her voice sharp and melodious.

I let go of her hair, and she immediately buried her face in the pillow beneath her. With both of my hands gripping her waist, I plunged harder, driving deeper inside her pussy. Alessia bit on the pillows, her fingers tightening around the sheets as she tugged at them reflectively.

I wouldn’t stop, nor would I slow down.

She raised her head and moaned out loud, “Yes, right there. Harder. Harder!” Then, she returned to biting on the pillows again.

Her legs trembled, her moans growing louder and louder by the minute.

I hit her hard and fast from the back, occasionally spanking her ass.

The more I rammed her, the tighter she squeezed the sheets.

I let out a guttural groan, my legs shaking, muscles tight with the edge of release as I rocked into her.

With each thrust, I drove deeper, sweat trickling down my forehead.

My breath grew ragged, each movement more desperate than the last—until I let out a low, primal growl, my voice thick with pleasure.

My release surged through me, hot and pulsing, as I spilled my essence deep inside her throbbing cunt.

In a split second, I held her close as if I could melt into her completely.

Her pussy accepted every single drop of my load until I pulled out of her. I watched her body drop carefully to the mattress, legs shaking, knees quaking. She was too numb to speak, but the look in her eyes revealed her shock and astonishment.

I bet no man had ever handled her the way that I did, and this was more than enough reason for her to rethink.

The way she looked at me, breathless and in awe, stirred a sense of satisfaction within me.

Alessia’s gaze wouldn’t leave mine. She didn’t say a word, but I could almost hear her thoughts going wild with excitement.

Yes, she hated it here. But it was in times like these that she forgot all about her situation. I was certain that right now, in this very moment, nothing else mattered—nothing but the great time she just had.

The bedside lamp cast a warm glow over her gorgeous body, her smooth skin glistening in the soft light.

She lay there on my bed, completely naked, biting her lower lip with her eyes fixed on me.

Her breath was still difficult to catch, her chest heaving slowly.

Alessia wouldn’t take her eyes off me, and somehow, I couldn’t take mine off her either.

I could feel it—the connection between her and me growing by the minute. This feeling she stirred up within me had yet to be named. Or maybe I did have a name for it, but I just wasn’t ready to admit it yet.

Whatever the case, one thing was certain: Alessia had unlocked something in me. She had successfully slithered her way into my heart. This woman had captured my soul, trapping and enchanting me—that was why I couldn’t find a way to get her out of my mind.

Tonight was a reminder of how much I cared for her, how much I craved her.

Even after all these months, even with her pregnancy, she was still just as hot, sweet, and sexy as before.

For someone who claimed she couldn’t offer me much because her body wasn’t as it used to be, she sure took me to heaven and back.

With what I’d enjoyed tonight, I wasn’t sure I was ever letting her slip through my fingers again. No way. Alessia was mine, and no one would dare come between us; I wouldn’t let them. The mere thought of losing her again, especially now that she was carrying my child, infuriated me.

I couldn’t fathom the idea of someone else’s hands all over her body. No. She was mine and no one else’s. I’d kill whoever I had to in order to have her by my side all day long.