Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 407 -

*Giovani*

I inhaled deeply and stared into the eyes of my beloved, so full of worries. I hadn't given any thought to what I wanted since the doctor said I essentially had no viable sperm. That sickening guilt roiled up in me again, but I forced myself to remain in the moment.

"I will do whatever you want, carina," I said honestly. I knew I would love a baby with Olivia's eyes, her laugh-but I would love any baby we adopted just as well. My own genes died with me, it seemed.

I took another forkful of the spaghetti and meatballs and let my mother's sauce soothe me. I would have a family. We would have a family. Nothing else mattered.

Olivia chewed on her bottom lip. "But what if we adopt a baby and it has some kind of problem we can't deal with? Or what if we start trying to adopt and it takes years and years?"

I smoothed a hand over her hair. "Alright, would you like to do surrogacy then?"

She fidgeted with her fork. "Surrogacy is really, really expensive. And that means there's going to be another woman carrying our baby. What if she runs away right before the due date, and we never see our baby again? Or what if the doctor just thinks my eggs are viable and they really aren't? Maybe they can only get one egg from me, and if that doesn't take, then we will have gone through all that money and stress for nothing."

I shifted the platter of food to a side table and gathered her against my chest. "You are only thinking about the bad parts. What if we get a surrogate, and she's lovely, and the baby has your smile? What if we adopt triplets, and they're all perfect? What if we have a family, in whatever way we can? Money is not an issue, carina."

She tucked her head under my chin. "I can't help but worry. This is a big decision. I don't want to mess up our family because I picked wrong."

I squeezed her tighter. "You can't mess up, and you can't pick wrong. I will love our baby, and I will love you, no matter what."

"You won't think less of me if we get a surrogate?" Her voice sounded thick with unshed tears. "You'll be watching another woman do what I should be able to. How could you not think of me as less of a woman?"

I stroked a hand up and down her side. "There is no should, carina, not for us. Do you think less of me for not being able to father our child?"

I asked the question to comfort her, but a small, nervous part of me feared her answer.

She shook her head. "Of course not."

That nervous part relaxed. "Exactly. So there's nothing to worry about."

She laughed ruefully. "Nothing?"

"Nothing!" I declared. "Money is no object," I repeated. "I love you more than one heart can hold, and no decision we make here can change that." "I don't know...."

I nuzzled into her neck, and she giggled.

"And we can take some time to think," I said. "Now, if you need proof of how much of a woman I think you are..."

I flipped her over, positioning myself on top, and she squealed.

"Gio!"

I ran my nose down the small triangle of skin at the neck of her pajama shirt. "Do you want me to stop?"

She squirmed. "We'll think more?"

I nodded, lapping at the same piece of skin.

"Then I'd like that proof, please."

I smiled wolfishly and sat back on my haunches. I'd seen her change clothes, though I was half out of my mind with guilt and disappointment when it happened, so I knew she wasn't wearing a bra but had put on what she called her lazy-day underwear. I wanted her to feel sexy, desirable, and those didn't do that for her. I weighed my options, then stood.

She watched me through hazy eyes. I stripped with quick, efficient movements, my cock already bobbing to attention. She'd admitted to liking the feeling of being dressed when I wasn't, and I would do anything for her.

I climbed back on top of her, and she ran a hand down the plane of my stomach and into my pubic hair.

"Do you see how much I want you?" I murmured.

She nodded and ran that hand down my length softly. I arched into the pressure, unable to resist. "Let me take care of you," I begged.

The corner of her mouth twitched. "For now. I have an idea I'd like to try later."

My cock hardened in her grip as my brain spun with possibilities, and her smile grew wider.

"Not yet. Give me your best shot," she teased as she took her hand away.

I groaned and leaned in for a kiss, pouring my passion and curiosity into her. If she wanted to feel desirable, all she had to do was tell me she thought about our sex life as much as I did. The admission drove me wild, and I fought to maintain the slow worship I originally had planned. She met my mouth with equal fire, parting to allow me entrance before I even asked. Her hands threaded into my hair, and I ached with the need to be inside her already.

I pulled my mouth away and rucked her shirt up, exposing her beautiful breasts to my view. I salivated at the sight. Her nipples were already pebbled and waiting for my attention. I kissed down the plane of her chest and latched onto one nipple while I fondled the other with my spare hand. She moaned up into my touch, pinning my cock between us, and I couldn't hold back a thrust and moan of my own.

Between the way she moved and the taste of her skin, I hardly stood a chance. My focus dissolved almost instantly into a desire to pull as many of those moans from her mouth as possible. I wanted to devour her, to wring her dry. I licked around the nipple in my mouth and sucked hard enough to redden her skin. When she arched into my touch with a cry, I bit down a little and tweaked the nipple in my hand harder than usual. She scrabbled at my back, then found her way back into holding my hair and pulled.

The sharp sting was almost comforting, an externalization of the emotions of the day, to say nothing of how impossibly hard it made my cock.

I rocked into Olivia, and my bare cock met the soaked fabric of her pajama shorts. She was ready for me. I pulled my hand away from her breast, ignoring her whine, and pulled aside the fabric of her shorts. Her smell met my nose, thick and heady, and I teased her nipple all the harder. I loved how wet she got for me.

I found her slippery clit with my thumb, and she bucked so hard I nearly lost her nipple. I grinned against her skin and slipped my index finger inside. She began fucking herself on it before I could even move.

"Gio," she moaned. "More!"

That was my Olivia, always greedy for whatever I could give her. I added a second finger to her velvety warmth, and when she hardly seemed to notice the stretch, a third. Finally, she moaned in satisfaction, and I began thrusting into her. She clawed at my back as though she was trying to leave marks, as though she noticed how I responded to her pulling my hair. I leaned into the feeling, enjoying the sting and repeating maneuvers that made her claw harder. I switched my mouth to her other breast and began laving it with the same vicious attention.

Her walls started to tighten around my fingers, and her groans grew higher and more frequent. Her orgasm was coming, and quickly. I found her clit again, rubbed frantic circles, and in time with a thrust, clamped down on her nipple harder than I had before.

Her whole body arched with the tension of orgasm, and she screamed my name. I fucked her slowly through it, and when she finally relaxed and opened her eyes, I pulled my fingers out.

She groaned with the loss, and I smiled.

Her gaze held none of the stupor that would indicate we were done. Instead, she dragged her eyes down my body and licked her lips. "You don't seem quite done yet," she murmured.

I didn't have to look to know my cock was rock hard and begging for attention. I dragged a finger over her still taut nipple. "Nor you."

She grinned salaciously and stroked a hand up and down my inner thigh. I shivered.

"I'd like to try something," she said.

I pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "Anything, carina, anything."

She sat up, and I moved with her, stealing one last lick at her nipple as her shirt fell back into place. She rolled her eyes at me indulgently, and I smiled.

"Get up," she said.

I hopped off the bed, and she stood with me. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I'm getting undressed, lay down."

"Can you tell me what we're doing?" I wheedled. I had, perhaps, never wheedled before. Olivia had a strange ability to bring new sides out of me.

"I'll show you, honey." She stroked a finger down my cheek, which flamed slightly at the pet name. Before her, no one ever called me pet names, and I found I liked them quite a lot.

I laid down on the bed and watched her strip, much more slowly than I had. She could clearly feel my eyes and was putting on a show. When she turned around and bent at the waist to drag her shorts and underwear down, I salivated. She turned back to me with a smirk, then climbed back onto the bed and straddled me. I felt her wetness against my chest, and I ached to pull her down onto my cock, but I was patient.

"I'd like you to eat me out," she said.

I grinned. No problem there, but it wasn't exactly new.

"While I suck you off," she finished as she turned to face my cock.

She had pictured this? Wanted to do it? Sixty-nine? Whatever blood remained in my brain disappeared.

"Yes, please, carina," I mumbled. I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward my face as she gave the tip of my cock an experimental lick.

I groaned and buried my face between her legs. The taste spread over my tongue, musky and magnificent. I felt her mouth envelop my cock, and I couldn't help thrusting into the warmth. She moaned, which only increased the intensity. I struggled to keep my focus on her clit as she took me so expertly.

I twisted my tongue, flicked at her bud, lapped at her entrance, but every time she took me deeper, I moaned and lost the rhythm. She didn't seem to mind, rocking onto my face with every thrust of my cock. Every sense became devoted to her, her sounds, her tastes, the way she felt around me. I had already been close to the edge just watching her come, and whenever she took control like this, it drove me wild.

She raked her nails down my inner thigh with another bright burst of pain, rolled her tongue along the bottom of my cock, and I was coming.

She took my load in her mouth, and I heard her swallow. That was almost enough to get me hard again. Then, she sat up, balancing her whole weight over my face, and I began devouring her with abandon. I gripped her hips, setting a bruising pace, and pulled out every trick I knew she liked. Her gasps turned to long moans of my name, and within what felt like moments, she went still once more and a flood of wetness covered my face. I lapped it up, like she had swallowed me down, with a grin.

She rolled off and landed next to me in the bed with a smile on her face. I stroked her cheek.

"Have I proven myself?" I asked.

She smiled wolfishly. "Almost."