The Don And His Flower

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7 months

Imani was a moaning mess.

Her back was too weighted for her to arch. The stretched skin of her belly ached. Stretch marks on her waist, lowering to her thighs were visible in the dim lighting.

The fresh new comforter warmed her as she felt her legs get pushed. Knees dipping into the soft fabric as she opened her eyes. Valis was between her, mouth dripping as he stuck his tongue back inside her mouth.

"Oh Valis."

"Keep crying, pipsqueak. I don't plan on stopping." She covered her mouth, tears pricking as her legs felt numb. The freshly shaved stubble tickled her face as she accepted each hard thrust given.

Their home was completed. Mid March it was finally finished, with all of their stuff moved in.

The community of Sontarc and citizens of Russia had left gift after gift. They had finally announced the upcoming addition to their family.

Imani was pregnant.

The people of Russia rejoiced. The supporting Mafias were proud, especially knowing such little graphic details of Imani's capture. Valis Kholodov is going to be a father. His woman was carrying the heir to the Kholodov Family.

And he worshipped her once more.

He fisted the sheets, body slowly rocking as he held back. Grunting with a clenched jaw as he looked at the naked woman beneath him.

They were long overdue for their appointment. Imani had wanted to go to Paris that evening, wanting to see some of the custom made cribs that was apparently for her bundle. Granted, she was given the promise of the creators donating it if she didn't like it.

But instead, here she lies. Fresh out the shower with her husband pounding into her. "Stop." She grimaced, hand on his chest as he kept hitting her spot. He smirked, shaking his head as he ground his hips, such restraint in his body as she felt that wetness escape her. "No..no Valis. Oh God, your clothes!"

She gasped, body tense as she sat up to her elbows. He let her knees go, letting her keep them separated apart as he grabbed her waist. Every thrust made more of her liquid nectar seep into the sheets.

"What's wrong pipsqueak? Did I find it?" He teased, looking at the daze in her eyes. She grabbed his jacket, pulling and squeezing the sleeves as he thrust harder, gaining slight speed.

A constant symphony came from her lips.

Soft moans coming out nonstop as she called his name for mercy. He was hard, degrading such a tender spot inside her as he took her over. She laid back down, hands gripping her melons as the lust overwhelmed her body. Shaking legs pointed up, her ankles in his hands as he greedily sucked her toes, pounding her.

Occasional kicks inside her belly, barely called her attention. Not when she was trying to take the hard rhythm of Valis Kholodov. He pulled out, watching her quickly turn around. Easily supporting her belly with the nearest pillow.

Just how she likes it.

Her eyes were on the mirror on the dresser across their bed. She arched a bit of her back, neck bent as she looked at the mirror.

He was an animal.

Relentless as he put his leg up, pounding the remainder of him deep into her wet heat. Breasts swinging with hitched moans, she felt the intensity get worse in her body.

"Good girl. Take it."

She whimpered daddy.

Heavy breathing and cursing, Valis inhaled hard. Grabbing tighter on her ass, he pushed his hands to force her arch deeper.

"Flower.. You fucking take me so good." He froze, rigid as his balls touched her clit. Every thick rope of his arousal was emptied inside of her.

Her responding orgasm came violently, fulfilling such a need inside her as he thrust a few more times before grunting once more. The clenching and squeezing she gave him, triggered his own release again. Grunting and cursing in her ear as she felt every drop inside her.

Valis grunted, staying there while her pulsating orgasm rejected his touch. Finally drained and partially limp, he pulled out. Standing with pride, he divides her ass, watching the pulsing dark hole glisten in need, still untouched. Only a few rejected drops slithered down her folds, dripping from her clit as she remained in a blissful position.

She needed that.

For so long, she didn't realize how difficult sex would be with a swollen belly. Her hormones had her crying nonstop. Only to be stopped with food, rest, or mind-blowing sex.

She heard Valis greet someone, speaking softly on his phone as he apologized for the delay. Lying through his teeth as he explained she wasn't feeling well.

Her body got hot, excited as she let her legs go weak. Avoiding pain to her belly, she laid on her side, letting the temporary rest prepare her for the night she knows shes getting ahead of her. This man has satisfied her needs beyond any understanding.

It made her cry whenever she thought about how good he was to her. She wanted to go to Paris, she wanted to go see the nice cribs that were made for their baby. But the soap, she was a crying mess when she realized she ran out of soap.

But now here she lay on her side. Dazed and ready for more of her husband. He hung up, placing it on the dresser before the man undid his pants completely. Imani kept her eyes closed, listening to him strip from his clothes.

The disgusting promises he vocalized to her, promising her of such pleasure. The things he swore he was going to do to her, it made her hot.

So damn hot.

The bed dipped behind her. Lazy and needy, she picked her left leg up, feeling him hold her leg up. "...fucking tear this black cunt up all night." He spoke low to himself, her soft moan in response as she felt him back inside her.

The empty rooms of their new home fell witness to the night that was displayed between the married couple.

Valis.

Valis.

Valis.