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Uncomfortable, I shifted my hips, then stopped when I felt a twitch.

Dear God please don’t let that thing wake up. I can’t take anymore.

My vagina was stretched and sore. I felt the ache of my walls contracting around his hardness deep in my bones. It was a weird kind of pain. A steady throb that begged for relief but want me to grind back against him at the same time. How did he sleep like that? The only reason I could was due to complete and utter exhaustion.

When Gio said he was going to fuck me all night, he meant it. He kept going until my tired was tired. He was still going when I finally gave up and passed out.

Lord knows how long he used me after that. And he did use me. There was no other word for what happened last night. The really fucked up part… I kinda liked it.

Memphis was right, sex fucked everything up. It was a bit like alcohol. Fun in the moment, but holy crap did you regret it the next day. Muscles I didn’t know I had hurt.

Gio Mancini wasn’t good at stalking or being a decent human being. But he was a master when it came to sex.

I rolled my glare back to the man sleeping behind me. “If I could move my arms, I’d kill you.”

He responded by jarring his hips and giving me a sleepy groan that should not have sounded as sexy as it did.

Of course that might’ve had something to do with the pulsing spark that shot up my core when his dick pushed in deeper. It was a painful pleasure that made me suck in a sharp breath and hate him more.

That was it. My vagina and I were no longer on speaking terms.

I suddenly had new respect for all the girls who had thing for bad boys. Especially if said bad boy was like Gio. Did they know what they were asking for, because I sure didn’t.

“Stupid magic dick.”

Gio’s arm flexed, tightening his hold on me, as he wriggled his hips. “So good.”

Shit, did I wake him up?

I carefully peeked behind me and let out the breath I was holding when I saw that his eyes were still closed. Sleeping Gio didn’t look so intimidating. He was even kind of handsome.

The five o’clock shadow dusting his jawline brought out the softness in his full lips. That’s when I noticed the scar on on left side of his chin. It wasn’t big, just a small little jagged line hidden in his dark stubble that marred his perfection.

Gio Mancini was what most members of the male species aspired to be. Every inch of him was filled with hard ridges and firm muscles. He had the thick soft hair that girls liked to run their finger through and his olive complexion was flawless. In short, Gio Mancini was fucking hot. But my eyes were stuck on that scar. It somehow made him more human.

How did he get it? Was he little? Was he not? did he cry when it happened, and if so who comforted him? His dad didn’t seem like the hug it out type. Was his mom? Did she put a bandage on his chin and kiss it better?

I didn’t know much about his mother, just that she died years ago. Now I couldn’t help but wonder what she was like? Was she loving and warm? Did she sing to Gio and tuck him in at night? When she died did she leave the same hole in Gio’s heart that mine did? Could he understand the emptiness I felt?

My gaze drifted to his lips, slightly parted with his even breaths. I didn’t realize I was leaning in until I felt his shaft drag along my walls.

Surprised by the sensation, I stopped and looked down to where the blanket was covering us. I couldn’t describe the feeling. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t roll my eyes back good either. Detailed was the only word I could think of.

I wriggled my hips and pushed down on him a bit, causing a trail of goosebumps to prickle across my skin. I felt everything. Every ridge and vein dragged along my walls in an almost delicious way. I couldn’t resist the urge to do it again.

I didn’t move much at first, only enough to test it. then I moved a little more, and a little more, until an inch of Gio’s shaft was pulling in and out of me. It felt good. Like really good. My breathing picked up with the pulse and throbs rolling through my pussy.

Then, for some reason, I wanted to see it.

Every so gently, so I didn’t wake Gio up, I pushed the plush navy comforter off of us. Sadly it was hard to see anything because Gio’s leg was wrapped around mine. That and the arm he had clamped over my chest prevented me from bending far enough. I thought about letting it go, but my curiosity won.

I took the time to carefully pull my leg out from under his, then slung it over his hip. The sight before me was as fascinating as the first time I saw it, when Gio made me look. My delicate flesh hugged the thick rod spearing into me. Gio was so big that my pussy was spread open around him. Logically it shouldn’t fit, yet it did. And my body liked it.

When I moved my hips again, Gio buried his face in my neck and let out a garbled groan.

I froze and held my breath, but he didn’t move or say anything.

What was wrong with me? Gio Mancini was the enemy. I was supposed to take him down, not ride him while he slept.

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