I fall deeper into his kiss, and I can’t stop thinking about what he said to me.

He doesn’t want to be like his father. He wants to be his own man, the kind of man that’s never absent from photos of his child. That exact kind of man that I would want as a father for my baby.

But can I do this? I mean, with the threat of the mafia, his father’s instability, all my own problems that have nothing to do with all the baggage Elias brings to the table… can I really bring a baby into that world?

I never thought about being a mother. I never had to. I always assumed that I never would be, or that I’d have to adopt or something like that. I never imagined myself giving birth to my own baby and becoming a mother that way. I always thought that it would be a well-reasoned choice, if I became a mother, not a miraculous mistake.

The fear I felt earlier, my uncertainty, my anxiety, all my worry, it slowly melts away. It’s strange, how touching Elias can make me feel and forget all my issues. I can lose myself with him, at least for a little while. Right now, I need it more than I ever have before.

I kiss him deep, tasting him, letting his hands touch my body. This is the kind of man I’ve always wanted, but never knew I could have. This is the kind of man that would be a good father, a good husband, a good partner.

But I can’t let myself have those fantasies. I just have to enjoy what’s in front of me, and right now, it’s his body, his lips, his hands.

He slowly pulls up the hem of my shirt. I raise my arms and he pulls it over my head. I feel hungry for him and slide over, straddling his lap, his hands cupping my ass.

His lips are all over my chest, my neck, and I can’t help but groan. I can feel his hard cock as I grind down against his lap, kissing him, feeling him. He reaches around and unhooks my bra, and I let it slide off as he cups my breasts, teasing me with his lips and teeth.

He grabs my hair in his fist, pulling it back slightly. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he whispers. “This fucking body… you taste so fucking good.”

I groan and he rolls me over. I’m sitting on the couch as he drops to his knees in front of me. He pulls his shirt off, revealing his hard chest and abs, and I lean forward to kiss him.

He breaks the kiss off, pushing me back. He slowly pulls my slacks off and then my panties, and I’m left on his couch completely naked, completely exposed to him.

He kisses my chest and moves down my stomach, down along my inner thigh. He finally finds my pussy, tonguing it slowly, and I groan as I lace my fingers through his hair.

“Fuck, this pussy,” he says, starting to suck and lick me faster. Pleasure rocks through my whole body. “Every day I dream about tasting this cunt again.”

I gasp as he presses two fingers inside of me and licks my clit. He fucks me like that with his fingers, licking my clit, pushing them deep inside and back out. I’m groaning now, pleasure moving up through me, and I’m moving my hips. I don’t know when I started grinding myself against him, or how I’m moaning so loud, or why my fingers are pulling at his thick hair.

I don’t care though. It feels so fucking good. He works my pussy, tongue sliding along my clit, fingers deep inside my pussy. I need it so badly as I keep moving, moaning, gasping, pleasure cresting, spreading all through me. I can feel my entire body tensing, tightening, the core of me ready.

But he slowly pulls back, leaving me right on the cliff. He smirks as he tongues me, fingers sliding out. I watch him unbuckle his belt before standing and pulling his jeans off completely. His big cock is pressing against his briefs as I lean forward and greedily pull them off.

He’s big and thick, just like I remembered. I take him in both hands and slowly stroke him, my pussy pulsing with my quick heartbeat. I take him between my lips, sucking his tip, tasting his salty skin, needing more. He takes the back of my head and slides his cock into my throat, gagging me, making me groan.

I suck his cock like that, messy and intense. I stroke him with one hand as I let him push his dick deep into my throat. I’m moaning as he teases my breasts with one hand, his big dick barely able to fit in my mouth, but I’m taking him anyway. I let him spread my throat wide, groaning as he does it.

“I can’t take this anymore,” he says. “Fuck, girl. I’m going to come in that pretty throat if you keep gagging like that.” He pulls me back and kisses me deep.

“Get up, girl,” he says. “Show me that ass.”

I stand, like he asks. His body is so hard and big, his cock thick and long, and I feel so tiny around him. I know he could wreck me, destroy me, and I want it. I want that sweet domination so badly I can feel it as an ache between my legs.

I turn around for him, spreading my legs, hands on the back of the couch. I’ve never felt more exposed in my entire life, but I know I have to do what he says.

“God damn, girl,” he says. “That’s an ass a man would never get tired of.” He squeezes it then slaps it, making me gasp. “You like that?”

I bite my lip, nodding. He grins, grabbing my hair, and slaps my ass again, harder.

I groan, dipping my chin forward, but he pulls it back. Pleasure and pain mix as he teases my pussy with his fingers.

“You’re dripping wet,” he says. “You’ve been dreaming about tasting my fat cock again, haven’t you? Fuck, Alexa, you’re a dirty fucking girl.” He slaps my ass hard, and I suddenly gasp as he presses his cock against my soaked cunt and slides himself inside.

I groan as pleasure and pain mix inside of me. He grabs my hips, controlling me, as he presses deep. I groan, surprised that I could take him so easily, but my mind’s slowly going blank with pleasure. He rocks himself in and out, getting me used to it before he slowly starts to fuck me faster.

I groan and want more, need more so badly. He starts to fuck me faster, slapping my ass, pulling my hair. His big cock controls me, spreads me open, dominates me.

I’m groaning, sweating, working my hips. He slaps my ass and slides deep, making me gasp. “This tight pussy makes me a very fucking happy man,” he whispers in my ear.

I groan as he pulls out of me, pushing me down onto the couch. He spread my legs and kneels in front of me, sliding himself slowly inside. He grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head, and starts to fuck me again, his big cock spreading me open.

I groan as he kisses my neck, my breasts, while keeping my wrists pinned above my head. I can’t move, don’t want to move, as he fucks me faster, rougher. He bites my shoulder, kisses my throat, making me cry out in pleasure and pain as he pushes me to my limits. His cock spreads me so wide I can barely think.

He takes both my wrists in one of his big hands as the other moves down to my throat. He takes me there, not choking, but holding firm and fucking hard. I’m his, completely his, submitting to whatever he wants as he thrusts harder, fucking me deeper, making me sweat and groan and pant with pleasure.

He moves the hand on my throat down further. He gets back up on his knees and starts to work my clit as he fucks me, one hand holding a leg, the other working my pussy. He fucks me faster, like an animal, his body hard and lean, his eyes filled with passion.

My fingers grip the cushions above my head and I can feel that tightening inside of me again. I know I’m close, and I can’t stop myself. My breasts shake with every new thrust and I love the way his eyes take my body in, like he’s starving for more of me.

“Come on my big cock, Alexa,” he grunts. “Come for me, you dirty fucking girl.”

I gasp and reach forward. I lean toward him and he kisses me, just as my orgasm peaks and moves through me, making my whole body tense and release, over and over again.

I come hard, nearly blacking out with pleasure as it washes over me, leaving my lips tingling, a smile and a laugh escaping me. He groans himself and I can feel him coming inside my pussy, spurting thick and deep and warm, and I move my hips to make him come even more. I’m greedy for it, want him to fill me, make me his completely.

When we finish, he collapses onto the couch with me, kissing me softly, whispering in my ear. He tells me how beautiful I am, how good I feel, how badly he wants more. I feel so safe, so comfortable, I know I can’t go anywhere, at least not for tonight. I burrow myself against him and let him hold me tight. He can keep away the bad thoughts, anything that’s threatening to plague my mind, because he makes me feel so good. This is where I belong, with him on this couch, our naked, sweating bodies intertwined, the world a distant speck outside, far away from here.