Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(180)

Well, there's one more thing. Something that you don't exactly hope for  when you think you are going to be a virgin for the rest of your life.  But a married woman with financial security and happiness totally thinks  about these things.

"When we get back, maybe you'll be uncle Tommy," I say with a grin and pat my stomach.

"Are you?" Gian's hand closes over mine.

"Not yet," I say. "But I doubt we'll stop practicing … and you'd be such an excellent father," I say and kiss Gian's cheek.

I see something flicker through him. Before Gian and I figured out that  he and I could really be together, that all the rocky stuff from his  past and my fight or flight survival mode existence could both end,  neither of us thought we'd ever get to be so domesticated.

Now, we can have anything. And I want to have Gian's baby.

I think I actually see moisture welling up in Gian's eyes, but no tears  fall. I've never seen him have such a strong reaction before, but  judging by that smile that's still there, and the love in his eyes when  he looks at me, I think we're both in agreement.

"Work on that, then, because I know that Lucy will be a fantastic  mother," Tommy says, turning to head back to his car. "She always takes  care of me," he says in a quiet voice, but I hear him.

I've always done my best, and I'm so glad that he's in such a good place right now.

"Tommy told me about this trip … and I took the liberty of upgrading us to  first class and extending our stay. I suppose the paradise away from  home will be an excellent place to work on making a baby. Though the  mile high club will be nice, too," Gian says, pulling me up into his  arms and holding me up.

My lips drop down to close over his and I think about what he's just said.

Sex on an airplane is something that I never even would have thought of. I don't even know what first class is like.

Gian and I get in the car, the driver getting us to the airport, and we  head for the first class lounge. This is nothing like the few times I've  flown before. But I'm not terribly surprised that flying with Gian  already makes me feel like I'm in a new world. Being wealthy  –  as Gian's  wife, I am technically wealthy as well  –  doesn't exactly come easy to  me but I'm trying to get used to it.

When we board our plane, I can't believe what I'm seeing. "Well of  course we can have sex on the plane," I say, perhaps a little too  loudly, but I'm flabbergasted. There's a private sleeping cabin with a  door and I remember seeing something crazy like this on YouTube and the  brief memory of the price tag on something like this makes my eyes  widen. "Did you think I was going to be able to wait until we were at  the beach to be inside you?" Gian wraps his arms around me from behind,  pulling me against him so I can feel the full width and length of his  erection. His cock is harder than the stuff they make the plane out of,  and I can tell exactly what he wants. I can't say I want anything else,  either. The outline of his cock against me makes me bite my lip before I  can register anything else.

We had sex this morning, doggy style, in the shower, and I feel like  that was a million years ago now. "I don't think I can wait another  minute longer," I say in a surprisingly breathy voice. That's the effect  Gian has on me. Since I met him, I've found him so irresistible.

Gian takes my hand and leads me in to our cabin, where we close the  door, and he lifts me up like I weigh nothing and lays me down on the  bed.

He eyes me like he's going to eat me up for a second, and when his  finger is at the drawstring of my sweatpants, I don't think I can wait a  second longer, shaking off my flip flop sandals quickly. I insisted in  traveling in something comfortable, and I'm glad I did, because my pants  slide right off, giving him near instant access to me. Gian tears down  my panties and cups my pussy, sliding his fingers through my wet folds.

"Fuck, you're always so wet for me," he purrs at me.

I whimper. God, can someone hear us? I realize that I don't care if they  can, though, because I need him so much I would scream and beg for him  if he wasn't already so eager to fuck me.

"I can't wait any longer, damn," Gian says, tearing off his pants. His  hands pull my legs up so high that he's practically folded me in half  and he slams his cock into me, hard.

He's so deep inside me so fast that I can't breathe for a second, my eyes roll back in their orbits, and I'm seeing stars.

Gian slams his cock into me so fast, over and over again, and the wet  sound of us fucking is filling the air as much as the scent of my pussy.  It smells like sex all around us, and I know someone else on the plane  has to know what we're doing.

First class flying has some pretty incredible perks.

Because I know that Gian has enough money, he can do whatever he wants.

And I love Gian so much, and want him so much, I would let him do anything to me.

"Fuck," I groan out, him slamming his cock so hard into my pussy that I forget any urge I might have had to be quiet.

Gian gives me a smile that is so wide and satisfied it makes my pussy  squeeze around him, my clit twitching at how incredibly sexy he is.

"Kiss me," I whimper out, wanting him to put the weight of his body on me while he folds me in half like this.

Leaning so close and pressing his body against me, I can feel Gian's  sexy stubble tickling my face and feel his hot breath on my mouth. "Cum  for me," Gian growls before his lips capture mine. His drugging kiss  makes my hips rock up and take every last inch of his enormous cock. My  pussy strangles his cock, milking out his cum while mine is gushing out  of my pussy. I feel how wet my thighs are getting, can feel his balls  slapping my ass and how wet they are with cum.

When Gian breaks our kiss, his mouth travels down to my breasts and I  barely finish one orgasm before his tongue swirling my nipple brings me  to another.

"You're fucking mine, forever," Gian growls, sinking his teeth into me.

"Yes!" I cry out, wrapping my arms around his neck and bringing my legs  to lock around behind his back. He pulls me up so I'm sitting on his  lap. Gian holds me while I shake from the incredible orgasms I just had.  I rest my head against his chest, kissing him where I can hear his  heartbeat.

"I love you so much," I say against his skin.

"You're my whole damn world. I can't wait to have a baby with you," Gian  says, kissing the top of my head. "I'm so fucking lucky to have you in  my life. I love you."

Everything that happened between Gian and I felt like it was happening  so fast, and then when we finally got married and knew that we really,  truly were going to be together and nothing could tear us away from each  other, that's when I knew that all my years of hoping for more for my  brother helped me to be open to a future for myself. Gian and I bared  the darkest parts of our souls to each other, and together, we found the  light to live in.