Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 412 -

*Olivia*

"Gio," I moaned as I sat in his lap, grinding down over his covered cock. I could feel the outline of him through his pants, growing bigger by the minute as I pushed my bare pussy down on him, chasing after the high that had made my head go so fuzzy.

His suit pants were going to be permanently stained, no doubt-two thousand dollars right out the window-but neither of us could care at the moment.

He dragged his hands along the smooth skin of my thighs, past the tight little skirt I still wore, and upward over my bare ribs. His fingers caught on my shirt, halfway off already, and found their way to the hardened buds.

I buried my face in the crook of his neck as he palmed my breasts, massaging them gently. His other hand glided down to my ass, squeezing delightfully.

His hand slid into my long hair, gently pulling me from his neck, and my shiny eyes met his in a cascade of want.

"Gio." The wanton sound fell from my lips before I could stop it, and he kissed me, so gentle and sweet with me. I opened my mouth for him, my tongue slipping out to meet his.

He tore himself away from my mouth, scraping his teeth over my jawline as he demanded, so indulgently, "Tell me what you want, carina."

His hand slid under my skirt, palming my pussy, and I moaned as he sucked a hickey into my throat.

"Need you to fuck me," I panted out as he toyed with his fingers over my lower half, just barely placing any pressure.

He chuckled, and I groaned in pleasure as he dipped one finger into my opening, pumping in and out so slowly as he gave me time to adjust. His thumb rolled around my clit, and I jerked into his hand, my hips rolling to meet him. One finger turned to two, and I panted, wrapping around him tightly as his fingers fucked into me. He picked up the speed at my request, moving on to three as my stomach wound up tightly in that familiar feeling.

I curled my toes, pressing down into his palm as I chased after my release. Gio took my lips in his, taking control with his tongue. The pleasure was too much to deny, and soon, I let out a loud cry as I came all over his pants.

Gio pulled out of me, and as overstimulated as I was, I was grateful that he kept his hand there, waiting for me to pull away myself. He had always paid attention to me first, making sure he had pleased me before thinking of himself. In times like these, I was so grateful and lucky to have a man like him.

He was kind, protective, handsome, and, most importantly, he loved me. What more could a girl want?

But we weren't done yet, not even close. Gio flipped me onto my back, getting to his knees as he loomed over me with a dangerous smirk playing on his lips. I watched him as he unbuttoned his shirt, giving me a little show as he undressed.

He discarded his clothes and then finally pulled mine off. Completely bare, he folded himself down, exploring my body with his mouth as he trailed kisses up and down my body.

He trailed down to my lower half still sensitive from coming and pushed my legs over his shoulders. I felt his warm tongue as he licked a wide strip to my clit, and I moaned loudly.

I felt his smug smile as he sucked hard on my clit, and my body spasmed. He put his arm on my belly to keep me still and devoured me.

I was toppling into a second orgasm with barely any warning as he fucked me with just his tongue. I breathed hard before I caught his hardened member, straining and red with the need to be released.

He had pleased me enough-it was his turn.

I turned onto my stomach, pushing my legs into the air as I sent him a sly grin over my shoulder. I wiggled my ass a bit, taunting him, and I heard him growl.

"Do you want me to fuck you, carina? Is that what you want?" he asked, even after I had splayed myself open for him.

"Yes, please," I said, batting my eyes innocently.

I gasped as he grabbed me by the ankles, pulling me down until he lined up with the entrance. He groaned as he pushed into me, my body more than ready to accept him as he sheathed himself fully within me.

I moaned, stuffing a pillow under my head as he pulled out until just the head remained and slid back into me. We groaned in unison as he let me adjust for a moment.

"Gio," I whined, pushing back on him until we were connected by the hips. His grip on my ass tightened, and all rational thought left.

He pounded into me, thrusting harshly, and I cried as he fucked me at a punishing pace. My legs quivered around him, tightening as he thumbed at my clit. I met his pace in a hurried frenzy, panting heavily as every time he slammed into me, the bed squeaked beneath us, the headboard hitting the wall with a thump.

I shut my eyes, relishing in the pleasure as my pussy tightened around him further, and he groaned into my neck, bending himself around my back as he pressed even deeper into me.

I came around him, calling his name, and without even taking his cock out, he turned me onto my back.

My mouth opened in a silent scream, my nails digging into his neck as I came.

He fucked me through it, only continuing more, and his breath grew labored as he reached his climax soon after. With a final thrust, he pushed into my opening and the white hot liquid poured into me, filling me to the brim and spilling onto the sheets.

I stared up at him with half-lidded eyes, a silly smile on my lips as he held me to his chest and pushed us onto our sides. We stared at each other, our heated moment coming down.

I curled into him, taking comfort in the way his chest moved with every breath. Gently, reality came back to us. I pressed a hand against my stomach, full of him, and a frown played on my lips as I remembered something very unpleasant. "I'll have to take hormones before they can retrieve the eggs," I told him with a bit of dread. "I'll be out of it, even worse than when I'm on my period."

"I'll take care of you," Gio promised, giving me a short peck on the lips. "However you need me, I'll be right there for you."

I smiled, as anxious as I was about the whole process, my excitement was stronger.

"We're going to have a baby," I told him, a bit drunk on happiness. "A boy who looks like you."

"Hmm, I'd much prefer a girl, just as pretty as you," Gio answered, tucking my head under his chin.

"Flirt," I grinned, but my thoughts wandered back to the baby and ultimately, to who'd be carrying them.

"You like Elena, right? She seems like a nice girl, and I don't want you to feel like you're doing this just for me," I asked nervously, not wanting him to hold back on my account. If he didn't like Elena, then we would search for a different surrogate.

No questions asked.

"As long as you like her and she's safe, which it seems like she probably is, then I'm okay with it," Gio reassured me, easily. "What's most important to me is you and the baby. As long as you're okay with her, I am too."

A moment of quiet fell upon us, and I sighed, cuddling into his embrace before my thoughts began to run me over once more.

"What if she doesn't like me? What if I don't like her? What if she falls for you and tries to steal you from me?" I nibbled on my bottom lip nervously.

The last one was my biggest concern.

It was impossible not to fall in love with Gio. If they weren't cousins, I had no doubt Dahlia would've been all over him. It was a miracle he hadn't been married before meeting me. Even the thought crushed my heart into tiny little pieces. Giovani brushed aside all of my worries, laughing brightly as he pressed his lips to my temple. "It's impossible for her not to like you and if you don't like her, we'll just go with a different surrogate. And if she did happen to fall for me and try to steal me away, it wouldn't matter in the slightest. I love you and my eyes are only for you. Every other girl could be a blurry blob for all I care."

I pursed my lips, still unsure. Even though I knew what he was saying was true, I was still a bit worried. Elena would be the one carrying the child, after all. What if she used that against me?

I shook my head at those nasty thoughts. Elena seemed like a normal, friendly girl. I doubted she would do something like that, especially since she'd been checked by the agency. It was hard to keep my jealousy under wraps though. Gio was my life, my love. He was everything to me. If some girl tried to take that away, I didn't know what I would do.

"Still worried?" Gio mumbled into my temple.

"A bit," I said honestly.

"Don't be. I'm sure I won't even talk to her enough for anything like that to happen. I promise. Just trust me," He said, pulling the blanket over our naked bodies.

Gio yawned, and I reached up to run my hand over his stubble. He hadn't had time to shave with how busy he'd been. The surrogacy and running things as the boss had taken a toll on him.

He'd been so amazing through this whole process, even after the emotional turmoil of replaceing out we couldn't have a baby on our own. After a full day of making plans and finalizing things, so I wouldn't have to worry about it, he deserved to

rest.

"I do trust you," I whispered quietly, even knowing he had already fallen asleep.

It was others I didn't trust.

Content and exhausted from the long day at the surrogacy center, my eyes fluttered closed as my consciousness slowly drifted away. I pressed my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it lulled me into sleep.

I hoped with all of my heart that this process will be easy and drama-free.