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Isabella didn't like Detective Brett Davidson all that much. The first day he showed up at her house to investigate her husband's murder, he looked at her with contempt...like she was just another trophy wife to a rich mob boss. He couldn't be more wrong. Tony may have been a mob boss, but he was kind hearted, and she loved him with all her soul. They were trying to have a baby when he died.

Night after night they'd make passionate love, but no pregnancy ever resulted from it. Tony's low sperm count was to blame. They had been discussing invitro, and had even scheduled an appointment with her doctor to discuss it...that wouldn't happen now. Isabella Gugino was all alone in the multi-million dollar estate Tony had left her...along with the Porsche he bought for their second anniversary, his Escalade, and their Aston Martin V 12 Vanquish. She had the life of luxury, but her family was dead...Tony was dead. They wouldn't have a baby...they would never have another anniversary, he was gone, and that was that.

It had been six months since his death, and since it was a mobsters death, suspects were numerous and the case was taking forever to solve. Isabella had her own idea as to who killed Tony...the same man who tried numerously to seduce her...Charlie, Tony's right hand man. She knew Charlie didn't kill Tony for her, he killed Tony because he felt he was getting too soft. Tony wanted to have a family and he wanted to retire.

Anyone who's ever witnessed the inner workings of a crime family knows you can't just walk away....there are consequences for abandoning the family. So here she sat in a two piece Armani bathing suit by the gorgeous pool at her home. A vodka on the rocks in her left hand, the New York Times in her right. Her maid walked out to her, "Detective Davidson is here to see you ma'am." she said in her thick Spanish accent. Isabella stood up and put on her robe, not bothering to close it in
the front as she walked to the foyer, "Detective....to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" Brett chewed a piece of gum, more so because Isabella had profusely expressed her dislike for gum-chewing...and damn did he love to get under that woman's skin. He smiled, "Well, we had some new photos to show you...potential suspects, we wanna see if you recognize any of 'em." She motioned him to the living room, he followed behind at a distance just so he could watch her
lithe form move beneath her robe.

She was beautiful...but she was a real piece of work. Very high and mighty, very head strong, and very good looking...she was Brett's female mirror image. That could explain why he was so taken with her. He wanted her...he almost needed her...he wanted to take her body, plant his seed inside, and watch it grow...making her his, always, now, and forever. She turned around at the wet bar and began fixing him his usual drink, the bloody mary he had every time he came over. She knew he found her attractive, he was damned fin e himself...but she didn't think fucking the detective who was working her husbands murder case would be a good idea in the position that she was in. Her train of thought was interrupted as she felt a hand on the inside of her thigh. The hand slowly began moving upward, pushing the thin fabric of her robe along with it. She gasped, there were no words spoken as the hand pulled down her bathing suit bottoms to her knees and a rustling was heard behind her as the hand was taken away. The hand returned, softly stroking her puffy pussy lips with the greatest care, her breathing was uneven now....her head light.

She pursed her lips together as the wetness on her pussy grew and grew...the hand was placed on her hip, another hand on her other hip, there was a thrust and she was full. She felt deep skin on skin penetration, Brett's bare penis was inside of her. Her mind finally broke out of its haze...Detective Brett Davidson has his naked cock inside of her cunt Just as he began thrusting, she tried to push away, but he quickly pinned her helpless body between the wetbar and his eager member. The pleasure was unbearable....she just needed him to stop long enough to put a condom on...then get
back to work, but that wouldn't be happening.

Brett had one mission and one mission only: to impregnate Isabella Gugino with his baby. He'd always wanted children, in fact that was all he had been thinking about for the past couple of years since his marriage had ended over it...now he had his chance. There was a beautiful, wet woman impaled on his cock and he was about to blow his seed inside of her. She would give him his baby, if it was the last thing she did she would give birth to his child. She made one last ditch effort to push off his cock. Not only did it not work, it just seemed to excite him more.

He began thrusting harder and deliberately. One sharp thrust at a time. Brett kissed Isabella's neck...the mother of his child...perhaps it could be children...who knows? He moved his hands aro und and placed them flat on her toned stomach. Oh how pretty she will be...beautiful and pregnant with his baby. He thrusted harder, holding onto her stomach, thinking of the child that will soon grow there, he began whispering dirty mutterings while Isabella was lost in her own world of ecstasy. "Make you pregnant...give you my baby...splash my seed inside of you...fuck you til you have my baby...UNGH" Isabella cried out as she came, Brett was soon to follow, flooding her pussy with sperm-laden cum. He held her there for a good five minutes after he came, keeping her firmly secured on his twitching member.

She was panting and her knees were weak, she just stayed there....leaned over the bar as he pulled up his pants and walked away. She must have looked a mess. Her swim bottoms down around her knees, bent over the wetbar...obscene. The next week Brett showed up at Isabella's house with more pictures, he asked the maid not to tell her that he was there, and just asked where she was, the maid directed him to her bedroom. There she was...perhaps she was pregnant already...his one week old fetus growing inside of that beautiful womb....or maybe she was still in need of planting...either way, he would have her. He dropped the folder on a nearby table as he watched her brush her hair in the mirror. She wore a short skirt and a button down blouse...she looked amazing. He took off his jacket and unbuttoned his pants, pulling his already hard cock out. She heard him and turned around, standing straight up. As before...there were no words. He saw the worry in her eyes and became even more aroused...she tried to make a beeline by him but he grabbed her and picked her up. She fought the whole time, kicking and pushing...he threw her on the bed and pushed in between her legs, pushing her panties out of the way as he entered her with his huge shaft. His dick was home again...deep inside the mother of his child. He thrusted wordlessly, keeping her writhing body pinned beneath his. There was no stopping him from fulfilling his mission...he thrusted harder and harder, she panted and moaned gently, opening her legs wider for him. Sweat began forming on
his brow by the time their orgasms hit. Hers first, then his in short, jerky waves.

He laid on top of her for ten minutes to give the sperm time to reach their destination. They looked at each other for some time, staring deep into each others eyes. He kissed her tenderly then rolled off of her. His rested a hand on her tummy then slowly got up and walked out. Isabella didn't know what the hell was going on...all she knew is that it was good. For a full two months, he would visit, they would make love and he would leave. They began talking before and after after a while. They even ate dinner a couple of times. She found out she was pregnant just three months after their first visit. That night he was on top of her, thrusting away, pushing deep in, working to get his cum inside her. She stared at him and grabbed a hold of his ass, whispering, "Slow down baby... " he kissed her lips softly and slowed, looking into her eyes. She whispered, "I'm pregnant with your baby..." he came right there, crying out in what sounded like joy. He laid gentle kisses all over her body as if he was worshipping her...mission accomplished. He didn't leave that night, he just fell asleep with a hand resting on her stomach.

Isabella made arrangements to move into she and Tony's summer home in the Hamptons full time. She didn't feel comfortable being so close to the city and under the ever-watchful eye of the family. Questions would arise when her bump appears. Who is the father? Was she having an affair? All things she didn't want to deal with. By the time her fifth month came, she was staring out one of the large windows at the beautiful ocean when Brett came up behind her. He slipped his large hands around her and rested them on either side of her pregnant belly, rubbing it in small circles. She closed her eyes and smiled, letting out a soft gasp. He gently began kissing and licking on her neck and ear as she felt her panties grow wet against her pussy. Brett pulled down her panties and took his cock out. He pushed inside of her right there in front of the window. He lifted her shirt up to bare her belly, holding onto it as he fucked into her from behind. She moaned out, "Yes...yes...yes" every time he pushed inside of her. She put her hands on his as he fucked her harder and harder, she cried out, "Yes FUCK MEEEEEE" He blew his load as soon as he felt her hot cunt spasm in orgasm. Soon after she was sleeping in the luxurious king sized bed...Brett looked down at her and crossed his arms, he had no idea how to tell her they had a suspect they were seriously investigating involving her husbands murder...and more than that...he had no idea how to tell her, that she was the suspect....

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