Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 400 -

*Olivia*

I stammered, staring into Gio's patient eyes as he waited for my answer.

"I never thought about it," I admitted quietly to both him and myself. "I just assumed that was something far off into the future. I didn't expect it to be positive but...."

"But?" he prompted, so gentle as he cradled my cheek in his hands. I leaned into his warm, calloused hand, shutting my eyes tightly as a few tears spilled over my cheeks. I hated being such an emotional person, hated how I couldn't keep myself calm like Gio.

"But it was," I said softly. "And I thought of you, and I thought of... the baby... a little baby with your curly hair and your eyes, and I realized...."

I sniffled, grasping Gio's hand as I buried my face into it. "I made the appointment with the doctor because I had to be sure, but she said I wasn't, and I just felt...."

"Felt what, carina?" my caring husband asked, his voice a low rumble in his chest as he rubbed his thumb back and forth over my knee, offering the comfort I so desperately needed. He'd always been like that-knowing just what I needed when I was too emotional to get myself together. He was my rock, the one who kept me grounded when my thoughts became too much, when my emotions threatened to send me spiraling into an endless whirlpool of anxiety.

I held onto him, struggling to keep my head above the water as I voiced my thoughts. Honesty about my emotions had never been my best virtue, but for him... for the little bean I didn't have... I had to try.

I took a shuddering breath, forcing myself to stare into Gio's warm face as I said, completely and truthfully, what I had felt.

"Disappointed," I choked out.

A small smile curled onto his lips, and he slid from his knee to take a seat beside me on the bed. It took very little effort for him to maneuver me into his arms, effortlessly picking me up and sitting me straight between his legs. He wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me close as he rested his chin on my shoulder.

"If you were disappointed, then does that mean," Gio said resolutely, "you want to have a baby?"

I hesitated. "Only if you "

"No." He cut through my excuses like a hot knife through butter.

His sharp voice caused a shiver to run down my spine, and I bit my bottom lip, shame heating up my cheeks as he caught me so easily.

"Do you want a baby, Olivia?" he asked firmly. This was a yes-or-no question, what I wanted and felt, and he was going to accept no other answers. I sucked in a breath, squeezing my eyes shut as I curled into his arms and finally, softly, nodded. "Yes," I whispered, barely audible, but that was enough.

"Okay then." I felt his lips pressed against my skin as he laid a kiss on my shoulder. I could feel the smile growing there as he murmured, "I want one too."

His confession soaked into me, simple words turning into a fluttering hope that flew through my bloodstream and straight into my heart. I turned in his arms, my eyes wide as I asked very softly, "Really?"

"Olivia." He smiled lovingly, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck as he pulled me close. My body was twisted in an awkward way, and I naturally slid around to sit on his lap, holding onto his neck so I didn't topple over.

"I love you," Giovani beamed brightly at me, his eyes filled with warmth. "I've always wanted to start a family with you."

"But you never said anything," I frowned. "We always used protection."

"Of course we did," he chuckled. "You're still young, Olivia, and there's plenty of time. We just got married. I didn't think this would come up so soon, but I'm glad it did. I figured we'd just wait until you were ready."

I sighed, leaning my forehead against his as I realized we'd done this all wrong. There were a few crucial steps we might've missed. We'd only met at the beginning of summer, and now it was approaching winter. We'd been together for less than eight months, and we were already married.

"We should've said something sooner," I told him. "What would you have done if I had never wanted a baby? What were you going to do if I was never ready, and we got old, and you started to resent me for it?"

He chuckled, as if I was being silly, and I pouted, knowing it had been a valid question.

"In this hypothetical situation," Gio grinned widely, "if you had never wanted to start a family, that would have been fine too."

"But you said you wanted to start a family," I protested, getting a bit frustrated as we went around in verbal circles.

"Yes, I did," he nodded, "but I didn't marry you because I wanted a family, Olivia. I married you because I loved you. Child or not, you are my family. It didn't matter whether you wanted a child or not. If you did, I would be overjoyed and love them just as fiercely as I love you. But if you didn't, then just you would've been enough for me. You are more than I could ever ask for, Olivia, the love of my life, my beautiful wife."

My lip trembled at the sheer vulnerable sincerity in his eyes. I could see myself reflected in his gaze, this emotional mess of a person still trying to figure out what she wanted to do with my life.

But at that moment, I knew one thing for sure.

I wanted to be Gio's wife more than anything else in the world. If life were a puzzle to be solved, then he would be the first piece I wanted in it.

That was enough.

I was enough.

And nothing else needed to be said.

I slammed my lips against his, my whole body aflame as I kissed him with everything I had. Gio was quick to respond, as if he had been waiting for this, and he dove into my mouth, coaxing my tongue out to play with him.

The heat of the kiss lingered even as we broke apart, both gasping for air. Gio smirked at me, and I pushed his shoulders. He fell easily onto his back, the bed bouncing a bit with the sudden movement, and I straddled him, feeling the bulge in his pants as it pressed against my core.

One hand hovered around my thigh, but he palmed my hip on the other, sweeping up my lower back to rest at the top of my spine.

I stretched my arms up, shedding my shirt and bra until I was bare before his eyes. His eyes lit up with fire as he saw my naked body.

I leaned down, and his lips kissed around my collarbone, and I shut my eyes in pleasure as he trailed down to my breasts, quickly replaceing my nipples as always.

He took one in his mouth, sucking hard, and I bucked into him, his cock pressing deeper underneath the fabric of his pants. My hand slithered down to his pants as he slipped my bud out of his mouth with a loud and wet pop.

Gio looked up at me, his gaze like a smothering fire as he watched me unbutton his pants and slink my hand straight past the waistband of his underwear. He was already half-hard, and I smirked as I grasped his cock with my full hand. "Fuck," he cursed, his eyes sliding closed as he took in a sudden breath. I coyly and very loosely ran my hand up his shaft, knowing it wasn't nearly enough pressure to get him off.

"Tease," he growled, his pupils blown wide, and I grinned as he finally lost control, snatching my waist with his hands as he switched our positions, pressing me firmly into the mattress underneath him.

I curled my legs around his waist, hooking his hardness into the growing wetness between my legs. Gio pushed my skirt out of the way and delved his hand into my damp flesh.

I jerked my hips as his fingers stroked me, and I shuddered at the throb in my cunt as he teased me with what I really wanted. I buckled my hips onto his hand, craving more, and he chuckled, low and dark. "Naughty girl," he smirked. "Didn't anyone teach you patience?"

"Just fuck me, Gio," I ordered, grasping his collar and pulling until the buttons on his shirt came apart. Most likely, it was ruined, but I didn't give a damn as I clutched onto him.

And my dutiful husband obeyed.

"As you wish," he said, his voice low and husky. He pulled back, and I whined a bit, but he only hushed me as I saw him pull his belt off. At first, I didn't know what he was doing, but soon enough, I figured it out.

He grasped my wrists in his hands, pulling them away from his bare chest, and before I could say anything else, he tied them to the headboard with his belt. It was loose enough not to hurt but tight enough that there was no way I could pull away.

"What do you think you're doing?" I pouted, tugging at the restraints.

"My little wife needs to learn a little patience, and I'll be the one to teach you," he smirked, hovering over me.

"Oh, really?" I said coyly. "I doubt that. I tend to get what I want, remember?"

His eyes glinted with a fiery passion, and I knew I'd made a critical mistake. If I had thought I could win against Gio, I was very, very wrong.

I locked my legs around his waist, holding him to me, but he only grinned widely as he hovered above me, leaning on his forearms so I could barely feel him. I whined a bit childishly as he gently kissed the side of my neck.

"Which reminds me, carina," he smirked, trailing butterfly kisses across my skin, and I groaned, needing more as I could do nothing but whatever he wanted to do with me. "I never took you on a honeymoon. What a bad husband I am." "Gio, please," I begged as he hooked a finger around my underwear, pulling it to the side and gently running his finger along my folds.

"Not yet, carina," he promised, his trail having reached my chest now. He licked around the soft mounds, carefully avoiding the peaks that had stood to a point in longing for him. "I had to handle some work after the wedding so we couldn't go anywhere, but I plan to make it up to you now that I'm free."

"Make it up to me now," I breathed, trying my best to grind down onto his hand, but he kept pulling back just enough to keep teasing me.

"So where would you like to go on our honeymoon?" Gio's eyes glinted with a kind of sadistic pleasure of keeping me waiting.

"As long as you fuck me, I don't care," I groaned, both frustrated and quivering with anticipation.

"Come on now," the bastard grinned widely, "Surely there's someplace you want to go?"

And he dug his finger straight into my core, piercing me with no warning. I gasped, panting now as I struggled to even think.

"Paris. No, Sicily, uh fuck, Venice!" I shouted out random cities, focused only on the slow and steady rhythm as he toyed with me. "Now, please, Gio."

I was near tears as I begged.

"Venice?" he asked, "Is that your final answer?"

"Yes!" I shouted. "Please, I've been patient enough!"

"Good girl," he murmured. "Now I can give you the baby you want."

I gasped at his words, my whole body shivering as he pulled his fingers out of me with a wet pop and replaced them with his raw cock. It was different from any time before--so much hotter as his head slid across my folds. I whined, pushing down on him, and without any warning, he guided his cock into my slit and entered me.

My mouth opened in a silent scream as he groaned deeply, holding onto my hips as he drove my cunt down onto his cock, deep. Moans slipped out of me as he moved mercilessly, spreading my legs to get deeper-deep enough that I swore he would never be able to leave again.

"Olivia." He moaned my name, not stopping or slowing one bit as my vision whited out, and my first orgasm came and went, building into the next without a single chance to catch my breath. He changed his angle, using more force than before, and I shuddered through a second orgasm, my thighs trembling helplessly, the stimulation more than I could bare.

I screamed, a third hitting me, and his lips swallowed the sound. With a few more thrusts, he spilled into me. It was hot, burning almost, and the strange feeling was almost addicting in a way as I was filled to the brim with his seed-the seed that could give us the baby we so desperately wanted.

I gasped out for breaths, struggling to think of anything but the sperm spilling out of me and onto the sheets below. It was wet and messy.

"I could use another lesson on patience," I said, meeting his eyes in a challenge.

His eyes lit up with desire.