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“Now, who’s worked up?” I laugh into her ear. “I think I should make you wait. Make you suffer that empty feeling inside you, that’s pulsing for me, a little longer,” I tease, as her clit throbs against my cock.
“No! Please.” Her head shakes.
“You’re happy to makemewait for what I want,” I remind her.
“That’s different. This is–”
“Desperate?” I finish her sentence for her as I pinch her clit between my finger and thumb, making her legs buckle and earning myself a long, pleading moan from her throat.
“I don’t like the way my brother just looked at you. I don’t like the way any of the men in that fucking room have been looking at you. I think you need a reminder of who this body belongs to.”
“Then remind me… husband.” She sounds seductive now, instead of weak, and I love how receptive she’s been toward me since I provided her with those pills. It’s amazing what a false sense of security can do.
I have every reason to believe that Madalina already has something very precious of mine growing inside her, it’s been over a month since we were married and there has been no sign of her bleeding.
She hasn’t seemed to question that, and I don’t know whenshe will. But until she does, I figure it’s not going to hurt to ensure that the deed is done.
Slowly, I push up inside her, forcing my hand over her mouth when the gasp she makes comes out far too loud.
“I’d love for everyone here to know how much Mrs. DeMarco likes to take her husband's cock, but we must not steal Elena’s thunder,” I whisper as I start to thrust inside her, hard and fast, creating friction against the door. Madalina breathes heavily as I fuck her. She knows, as well as I do, that she won’t be able to resist coming for me.
“Dario. I’m–”
“Hold on to it. Don’t youdarefucking come,” I warn. I want her to be a wound-up wreck when I get her back home. I like the idea of toying with her and keeping her on edge.
I can’t say my feelings out loud, because they would give me away, but the thought of her womb already growing my child makes this woman even more fucking sexy. She’s going to look stunning when she’s showing, and I slide my palm from her hips onto her stomach as I picture how it’ll look getting big and round with our child.
“Dario, I can’t hold it,” she warns, almost sounding as if she’s in pain, and when I cup under her jaw, I grunt deep and loud as I fill her pussy with everything that I’ve been building for her since this morning.
“Hold it, don’t let it go,” I warn, watching her breathe steadily as she tries to restrain herself.
“You're getting so good at taking my instruction, Madalina, you're making me so proud. Don’t let me down now.” My cock pulses inside her and she grips my jacket and breathes steadily, desperately trying not to.
“Good girl.” I tap her cheek with my fingers as I pull out of her and tuck my cock back intomy pants.
“You're cruel.” She turns around to face me and although it's dark in here, I can imagine how angry she looks.
“Tell me that later when I’m letting you finish.” I kiss her cheek, before leading her back out to the party.
MADALINA
What's wrong with you?” Lorna lifts her head up from the book she’s reading when I return from another trip to the bathroom.
“I must have eaten something that doesn’t agree with me.” I lie down on the sunlounger beside her and close my eyes. We were supposed to be having a relaxing day around the pool but my stomach seems to have other ideas.
“That's like the fifth time you’ve been since I’ve been here.” She laughs. “If you have stomach flu, I do not want to catch it.”
“It’s not stomach flu. I’m not even being sick, I just constantly feel like I’m going to be.” I’ve been feeling this way for a few days now and it’s not only annoying, it’s worrying too.
“You're on the pill, right?” I question Lorna, knowing this will lead to her asking more questions.
“Yes, why?” She places the book down and gives me her full attention.
“Do you still get your periods?” I ask, very cautious of the fact that I’ve been married for nearly six weeks and I haven’t had one.
“I do now, but the one I was taking last year stopped them completely. I’m sensitive to what I take so I’ve switchedaround a lot, in the past. What brand do you use? I’ve probably tried it at one time or another.” She smiles.
“I don’t know, they’re just in a white bottle.” I notice how confused she looks by my answer.
