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Her words never fail to surprise and excite me.
“I want your cock to fuck me deep and hard,” she continues. “I want you to stretch me so much that I forget how to walk. And when you come inside me, I want you to hold me up until your come runs down my thighs.”
“Just so you can remember that I fucked you?” I ask teasingly.
She shakes her head with a smirk. “No, so I can reach down and wipe your come off my thighs with my finger. Then lick it off.”
“Ohhh...” I growl, unable to hold back any longer as I thrust into her forcefully. I push all the way inside of her and hold still, listening to her moan in pleasure.
She always manages to surprise me during sex, coming up with something unexpected that drives me wild. It's like being a teenager again, constantly wanting more of this sexy woman and her filthy mouth.
I start to move slowly, picking up the pace as she moans louder and louder. When she tells me she's close, I wrap an arm around her front and rub her clit with my hand while continuing to thrust in and out of her. We come together in one intense moment, and I push myself deep inside of her as we ride out our pleasure.
As we come down from our high, I hold her up just as she requested, supporting her shaky legs. We both look down at where my come is running down her thighs. I can't help but grin, especially when she dips a finger into it and brings it to her mouth, moaning around her finger.
CHAPTER 59 – ALLEGRA
The gentle rustling of the wind outside the suite's windows is a soothing soundtrack as I sit on the edge of the bed, basking in the warm morning light. Scar slumbers behind me, a constant source of strength at my side. As my delivery date approaches, he has been spending less time away from our home. I feel his hand rest lightly on my shoulder and take a deep breath before turning to look at him. It still amazes me how quickly he wakes up whenever I shift or move out of bed.
“What's wrong, baby?” His voice is heavy with sleep, but also tinged with desire and concern.
“I just feel so heavy,” I reply, struggling to get comfortable as my body continues to grow and change.
“Come back to bed,” he urges, tightening his grip on my shoulder and pulling me towards him. We are still staying in this hotel suite that we have turned into our temporary home. But soon, we will be moving into our new house just in time for the arrival of our baby. I can hardly contain my excitement.
“I'm meeting mother for coffee,” I inform him, watching as his frown deepens. He has become possessive of me recently, not wanting me to be away from him even for a minute.
Scar and my mother have surprisingly become fast friends, and they always share a good laugh whenever they are together. She still can't believe how much my husband haschanged since he swooped in to rescue me from an arranged marriage when I turned eighteen. When I try to tell her that he wasn't always a “monster”, she scoffs and doesn't believe me. She firmly believes that it was my presence in his life that softened him and made him change his ways.
“Can you believe we used to hate each other?” I chuckle.
Scar scoots away from me with a slightly pained expression on his face. He hates being reminded of our tumultuous past. “I wouldn't say hate,” he defends.
A small, nostalgic smile plays on my lips at his discomfort. I am still amazed that we have both come to understand that we were meant to be together all along. But that doesn't mean I won't give him a hard time every now and then, just because I can.
I can't help but smile, a genuine one that only my husband gets to see. “We’ve come so far, Scar. From enemies to partners, from forced allies to something deeper. I never would have thought we could find this kind of connection, but now, I can't imagine my life without you.”
Scar sits up in bed and scoots closer to me, our knees touching. He looks at me with such intensity that my heart starts racing. “You were never just a pawn, Allegra,” he says softly. “You became so much more than that. You challenged me in ways no one else ever dared. And you made me a better man.”
I turn towards him, meeting his gaze. “I never could have predicted we'd end up here,” I whisper.
“You're carrying our baby,” he reminds me.
“Our baby,” I repeat, feeling warmth spread through my chest.
I reach out and gently touch his cheek. “I can't wait to meet this little miracle we created together. I hope he or she looks like you.”
“That won't be so great if it's a girl,” he teases, giving me a wistful look.
Scar takes my hand and brings it to his lips for a tender kiss. “I hope she'll be a beautiful mini version of you, Allegra.”
We spend the day browsing furniture stores, picking out pieces for our home and the nursery. Scar works her magic and manages to schedule after-hours appointments at all the high-end boutique shops so we can shop without any distractions. It's a successful shopping trip, thanks to my mother's help, and we're able to get everything done efficiently so we can return to our favorite activity: marathon sex sessions. Lately, Scar has taken to watching me sleep, especially since I've started sleeping naked to accommodate my growing bump. We take a break from furniture shopping to grab lunch with the boys at an Italian restaurant we all love.
“What about us?” Lucky asks as we recount our busy day.
I raise my eyebrows in confusion. “What about you?”
“Our furniture,” he reminds me with a concerned look.