Page 58 of Don's Gem

Amber's lips wrap around my cock, her mouth hot and wet as she takes me deep. She bobs her head slowly at first, her tongue swirling along the underside, sucking with just the right pressure that makes my knees weak.

I thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her gently, but the dark edges of my fantasies bubble up inside me. “Stay still,” I murmur, my voice rough with need.

She freezes, her mouth locked around me, eyes locking onto mine with that mix of trust and excitement that drives me wild.

I start thrusting, shallow at first, then deeper, fucking her face with controlled strokes. Her throat relaxes, taking me in, gagging just a little but holding steady.

It's perfect—raw and intimate, her submission fueling my dominance. I watch her, the way her cheeks hollow, the saliva dripping down her chin. For her, I know it's electric; she's told me how the act alone, without a single touch to her body, sends sparks through her core. Her eyes water, but she doesn't pull away, moaning around my length, the vibrations humming straight to my balls.

It builds fast, that tight coil in my gut, but I don't want to finish like this. Not yet. With a groan, I pull her off, my cock slick and throbbing as it slips from her lips.

She gasps, wiping her mouth, her face flushed. I scoop her up, settling her onto my lap as I sit back on the bed. Her pregnant belly presses against me, still flat but full of me, a warm reminder of our future. I pin her wrists behind her back with one hand, my grip firm but careful.

“You're mine,” I growl, positioning her over my cock. “I’m going to fill you up again. Over and over until you’re brimming with it. Got it?”

She nods, breathless. “Yes, please.”

I thrust up hard, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out, her body rocking with mine, her pussy enveloping me in tight, wet heat.

“Who do you belong to?” I demand, pounding into her, the slap of skin echoing in the room.

“To you. I'm yours,” she chants, her voice breathy and desperate. “I'm yours, Giovanni. All yours.”

I release her wrists just enough to cup her full breasts, nipples hard and begging. I lean in, sucking one into my mouth, tongue lashing over the sensitive peak. She arches, grinding down on me, her walls clenching. I switch to the other breast, biting gently, drawing out her moans as I fuck her relentlessly.

Her body trembles, and she shatters, coming hard around my cock, her pussy milking me with rhythmic pulses.

That pushes me over the edge. I thrust deep one last time, spilling inside her, hot ropes of cum filling her as I groan her name. We ride it out together, breaths mingling, bodies slick with sweat.

Afterwards, we collapse onto the bed, tangled in the sheets. I pull her close, her head on my chest, my hand stroking her belly.

She sighs contentedly, tracing patterns on my skin. “I feel like the luckiest girl in the world,” she whispers. “My sister's back home now, safe and settled. Mom and Dad's health has improved by leaps and bounds. They're talking about traveling again. And our kids... they're the best. So full of life and love. One more soon, and I can't wait.”

I kiss her forehead, holding her tighter. “I'm the lucky one, Amber. You and our family—you're everything.” I tilt her chinup, pressing my lips to hers in a deep, tender kiss. “I love you, gemma mia.”

“I love you too. More than anything.”

I let out a slow breath and close my eyes for a second, overwhelmed by how lucky I am. By her. By this life.

Ten years ago, she was a bartender with sharp edges and tired eyes.

Now she’s my wife. My home. The center of everything.

And I’ll be damned if I ever let her go.