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This man….

Twenty-Two

Romeo – Ten Weeks Later

I growl,my chest rumbling as El swallows my cock, her hand squeezing the base….

I grip her loose hair tight in my hand, helping to guide her up and down my cock, causing her to moan loudly, the vibrations rushing through me.

"Fuck,farfalla,that's it…" I groan as she sucks the tip, her tongue running over the piercing, playing with it.

I feel my balls start to tighten, and my body locks up as I roar, throwing my head back on the pillows at the pleasure she's giving me, the need to come raging through me. Breathing hard, I grab hold of my wife, and lift her mouth off my cock.

"Hey," she whines but moans when I enter her in one thrust. I sit up, leaning forward to take her lips with mine.

Thirty-two weeks pregnant, her belly is swollen and beautiful, and our child is growing well.

The past ten weeks haven't been easy with her learning to trust me again; her mood swings come and go, making things difficult. Fuck, even the staff run when they see El coming.

She gasps into my mouth as I thrust up hard, gripping her hip and neck, keeping her still as I hit her G-spot.

This is one of the mood swings I fucking love.

She's horny all the fucking time. She can't go more than six hours without my dick, fingers, or tongue inside her, but to be fair, neither can I.

This woman fucking consumes me….

"Rome, please," she gasps, breaking the kiss as she throws her head back, and I lean forward, biting into her neck, latching on as I thrust up harder, quicker.

She screams my name as her release gushes between us, and I follow suit not even two thrusts later, my balls happy to be emptied.

I groan and suck hard, marking her as I taste some blood, making me moan, before gently licking over the raised red mark.

"Okay," she breathes, "so worth needing another shower…."

I chuckle, moving my lips to her very large tits, taking a nipple into my mouth, gently sucking it.

It's how this started. We'd gotten into an argument, and when I saywe, I mean she started shouting at me.

I got home late last night and didn't wake her, knowing she needed her rest, only to be woken this morning to a pillow in my face, and her accusing me of meeting up with Liliya, who I haven't seen since that dinner, where I forced her to drink the poison she tried giving my wife.

When El realized what she had accused me of, she burst into tears, ran to the bathroom, and locked the door while I sat in bed in shock.

It's the first time she's accused me of it since we opened up to each other.

Don't get me wrong, over the last ten weeks, she's cried over the littlest of things. When I make a joke, she finds it offensive.When I compliment her, she accuses me of not finding her attractive.

Like I said, her wanting sex all the time is the only good thing about her moods.

Anyway, this morning, when I heard the shower turn on, I waited ten minutes before unlocking the door with the spare key, and as soon as I heard her sobbing, I joined her, taking her against the shower wall before going down on her.

Then I brought her back to bed and fucked her into submission before she took my cock in her mouth, getting me hard again.

Honestly, despite all the hormones and mood swings, I wouldn't have her any other way, and I'll definitely be getting her pregnant almost immediately after this baby is born.

In my book, a woman who go from being as happy as anything to sobbing over a dropped pickle is perfect.

"I'm sorry,” she whispers as I dote on her nipples with my lips.