Sold to the Hitman(47)

“Andrei, I’m pregnant.”

The feeling welling up in my chest is completely and utterly new and overwhelming.

Joy.

Without another moment, I wrap my hands around Cassie’s back and lift her up into a deep kiss, and then another, and another, peppering her face and neck with kisses until she giggles and squirms under me.

I can feel her relief like a lead weight off her shoulder, and she throws her arms around my neck to return my kisses as we roll on the bed together.

“Cassie, that’s — that’s wonderful!”

“Oh god, Andrei,” she breathes as she buries her face into my chest, and her eyelashes tickle my pecs, “I’ve never been so happy!”

I lick my lips as I stare at her, something stirring in me I was unfamiliar with before today — a new passion that seems to make Cassie glow like more radiant an angel than the first day I saw her. “Cassie, I don’t know what to do with how I feel,” I nearly lose my grasp of English as I find myself laughing, giddy, “but there’s nobody else in the world I’d rather share this indescribable feeling with. This is amazing, Cassie.”

Her beautiful mouth spreads into a grin, and the new passion within me drives me down onto her, gently, pressing my lips to hers and delving my tongue into her mouth, reveling in her while our bodies grind together on the bed.

“I’ve never been prepared to handle this kind of thing,” Cassie whispers, “I mean, I’ve always known it would happen, but I never learned…”

“There will be time for that,” I answer, wrapping her in my arms and squeezing her tight, “for now, we should just be happy. Something that’s yours is growing inside you. Something that’s ours. Something we made as one.”

A short, hot breath escapes Cassie as I press my manhood against her, and my hands around her back unhook her bra, tossing it aside and letting her breasts spill out.

I bring my hands up her back and massage the tense, exhausted muscles bound up behind her, and she rolls her neck around as I manipulate her as if she were a ragdoll. My hands work her muscles deftly, wanting her relaxed and open for when I take her.

“You,” she breathes as she turns her neck up to me, exposing herself as my victim, my prey, “you put this in me. You gave me part of you. We made all this,” she says as she strokes my sides, rippling with abs, and her doe eyes stare up into mine with utterly helpless desire. “I’m all yours.”

“I know.”

My mouth goes to her exposed, stiff nipple as my fingers go to her cunt, slipping under the elastic of her underwear and finding that slick slit as if it were made for my hand. As my tongue lashes out to stroke the surface of the areola, torturing the needful, swollen tip, my fingers stroke at the swollen nub between her legs, wasting no time with idle play.

Cassie is mine, and I’m going to make her feel so.

“Aaah!” Cassie yelps as my fingers move aggressively down into her needy pussy, and my fingers start moving further and harder into her, stroking the inner walls of her pussy while my thumb rubs at her clit. I can feel her body squirming under me as I take her in three different spots. She doesn’t know how to react to such an overwhelming sensation.

My teeth graze her nipples as I suck at her tits, and she starts to turn her body as if to recoil, but then I give a long, hard stroke of my fingers along the upper walls of her womanhood, and her stomach clenches and her hands grasp at the sheets. But then her clit also feels my onslaught, and with my fingers controlling her from her depths, it has even less means of escape. She’s totally and utterly mine.

“Oh, Andrei,” she whimpers. “Oh! Ohhh!”

The rhythm of my fingers is unrelenting, and it isn’t long before I feel her orgasm cresting. “Andrei, Andrei it’s so much, I can’t…” she manages, her eyes unfocused as the sensation overwhelms her. Then I feel her stomach start to clench as she nears the point of no return.

Just when I see her eyes shut tight, and I can feel her start to climax, I withdraw my fingers and raise my head, kissing her deeply as I feel her whole body shake under me in protest, trembling at being denied what it was so close to, so desperate to have.

“You carry our child, printsessa,” I say to her as I break our kiss, “you will experience my body in its entirety.”

As I finish the sentence, I’m already helping her nearly-limp body out of her underwear, and my own soon follows, freeing my cock and letting its girth present itself before Cassie.

She’s nearly panting, desperate with desire for my body, for a taste of all of me, and almost immediately, she crawls on her knees towards me, her hands going to my cock to bring her hungry lips to my crown.