Page 54 of Forgive Me, Father

“Come for me,” I growled in English.“Come hard, little runaway.I want your walls to squeeze my thick cock until you draw every drop of cum out of me.”

Her screams stroked my ego and then she came like a fucking waterfall.I moved faster inside her like a freight train and barely pulled out in time.I spilled on her stomach.Drained was an understatement as I fell down next to her on my back.

She curled up into my side, eyes closed, body trembling, and I couldn’t help feeling that I was never going to get enough of her.

“Why do you always come on my stomach?”she asked softly after a moment.

“What?”

“I can’t give you an heir if you don’t do your part.”

I kissed her head.“I’m enjoying my time with you, and having you to myself,” I explained.“Soon enough though, I will fill you with my cum every chance I get.”

I felt her smile against my skin, and before long, we both slipped into a peaceful sleep.

* * *

The sun was setting as I slowly opened my eyes, the soft glow of twilight filling the room.My stomach growled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten in hours.Camilla was still nestled peacefully in my arms, undisturbed.

Everything fucking ached.I couldn’t remember the last time I fucked this much.I was not fit enough for this pace anymore.

Cami groaned as her body stirred and she stretched.“I need food.”

“I know.I’m hungry, too.Do you mind joining me for dinner at a little Italian restaurant?”

“I would love to,” she replied and I kissed her on top of her head before climbing out of bed.

I stepped into the shower, the warm water easing the tension in my tired muscles.A few moments later, she joined me, and for now, it seemed we were both content.It was good to know that she needed me for more than just my cock.

I gave her space to get dressed as I made my way to my room.Nico truly had no idea how well he’d chosen.

I was the first to arrive downstairs and found Nico and Sebastian sitting at the table, playing cards like a pair of old men.

Nico glanced up and gave me nothing more than a knowing look.

“Fuck off,” I said, knowing what he asked with that stare.Was my bride still alive?

I knew that they listened to every single wail leaving her lips.

“Where do you want to go?”Nico asked.

“You can have the evening off.We will just go eat something and then come back.”

“Do you think it’s wise?”

“We’ll be fine, Nico.I think we sorted out our shit, or some of it.”

Nico’s lips curved.“Please tell me that she gave you her consent.”

I chuckled but didn’t bother responding.Her heels echoed down the staircase as I opened the fridge, reaching for a bottle of water.

“Camilla,” Nico said.

She didn’t reply and walked over to me.

“You sure you don’t need me to go with you?”he asked in Italian as we reached the door, and I flipped him off.

The evening was beautiful, and the restaurant was just a short walk from the hotel, so we decided on a stroll.She slipped her hand into the crook of my arm as we made our way through the quiet streets.