Page 80 of Trapped

“I want something that burns hot, even if it’s a little dangerous.”

“You’re so crazy,” she whispered.

I squeezed her hand. “We’re in this together, no matter how dark it gets. I want the good and the bad.”

She smirked. “So, everything, then.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, a small laugh escaping me. “If you’re going to want something, you might as well take it all.”

Her gaze dropped to the floor. “I told you, I’m not good at being kept.”

Well aware of that, principessa.

I needed to get her pregnant.

Reaching over her, I grabbed her phone from the table. I turned it on and held it to her face, unlocking it.

She frowned. “What are you doing?”

“My sisters have apps to track their cycles. You probably do, too.”

I thumbed through them, stabbing on a pink icon. It opened to today’s date, a giant magenta circle highlighting the words:You’re fertile!

My smirk grew. “Perfect timing, Delilah.”

“Hey, you can’t just look through my stuff!”

I put the phone aside, sliding my arm over her shoulder and dragging her onto my lap. I kissed that gorgeous dent at the base of her throat, my lips trailing up her smooth skin.

She shivered. “Are you serious?”

“I want this,” I whispered in between kisses. “I won’t stop until your tits get swollen and your belly grows.”

Her skin flushed, but she let me fondle her over the shirt. I kissed her nipples, the dark circles standing at attention. I nipped her, and she dug her nails into my scalp. I sucked her through the fabric, playing with the stiffening peaks.

“Santino, this is crazy.”

“It’s what we both need.”

I set her on the couch and ripped off her panties, sliding to the floor to kneel between her legs. Her pussy was spread wide, glistening. She was ready for me before I’d touched her. What a perfect girl.

“You are irresistible,” I growled.

My hands glided over the tender skin of her inner thighs, teasing her. Delilah’s grip tightened in my hair, pulling me in.

I chuckled. “Can’t wait, huh?”

But I was done teasing her, too. My mouth closed over her, my tongue lashing out to taste. Delilah’s back arched off the couch, a sharp gasp slicing through the air as my mouth moved with precision.

“You taste so damn good,” I muttered, muffled by her wetness. I held her hips, pulling her closer. My other hand traveled up to circle her clit, pressing just right to send shocks of pleasure through her trembling body. I built up the pace slowly, alternating between quick movements and slow licks that made her writhe.

Delilah’s fingers tightened in my hair, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. Her mumbled words broke off into a whimper as I increased the pressure, my tongue and fingers moving in a relentless rhythm that pushed her closer to the edge.

I could feel her body tensing, the signs of her impending climax clear in the way her legs trembled and her breathing became erratic. I looked up at her, our eyes locking as I brought her over the brink.

With a loud cry, Delilah’s body bowed, her climax washing over her in waves. I didn’t relent, my tongue thrusting inside her, drawing it out until she was gasping for breath. A flush spread across her cheeks and chest.

As her tremors subsided, I kissed my way up her body, my lips tracing the path of her quivering muscles until I reached her lips. I kissed her deeply, unbuckling my pants.

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