Page 117 of Liberated By Sin

With Santino’s name on my lips, I collapsed on the rock and heaved for breath as he lapped every drop. The more I tried to squirm away and lock my knees around him, the harder he ripped them back open, drinking until I was on the verge of another explosion.

“Open up for me.”

He pried my thighs open again, stroking himself and sliding against my dripping slit.

“I need you, Santi.”

When he slapped his cock against my pussy, I jolted.

“Say it.”

“Fuck…”

Another cock slap and his piercing nicked my sensitive clit, forcing an ungodly noise to leave my throat.

“Wait,” I whimpered, the hint of a smile on my face.

“Beg me for it.”

The sound of his hard dick against my pussy made me as feral as the electric spark it sent throughout my body.

“Fuck me, Santi.”

Slap.

“Say please,” he gritted out. The need was as painful for him as it was for me.

I bit my lip and spread wider for him. “Please.”

He filled me so fucking good, shifting my hips and sinking deeper. But we needed more, so he lifted my legs by his ears. Each stroke caused the rocky surface to dig into my shoulders, pain and pleasure coalescing. Santino’s lidded gaze moved between my eyes and bouncing breasts. They were two cup sizes bigger these days and had become another of my husband’s obsessions.

My orgasm barreled into me as I clawed at the rock, riding out every delicious wave.

“That’s my girl,” he praised between heavy breaths.

“Eu te amo muito.”

Santino lowered my legs and flipped me over, hauling my ass back and thrusting inside.

There were still nights when I’d wake up drenched in sweat, a scream crawling up my throat, and the memory of a nightmare stealing my peace. But those were few and far between. Santino was always there with strong arms and comforting words. His love had saved me.

Hands clutching my hips, he spilled inside me with a loud grunt, fucking me until every drop was spent.

We let the rhythmic sound of the water soothe us as he caressed my belly. Our son had a habit of taking a nap after Santino and I had sex. We’d joke that we rocked his little sanctuary so hard it put him to sleep. Maybe there was some truth to that, and I laughed at the thought.

I felt him smile in return and tug me closer.

“You’re so beautiful. Pregnant with my child, properly fucked, and my cum dripping out of your body. Life is fucking good,preziosa. Ti amo.”

I turned to face him and cradled his cheeks. “It is. Thank you,” I whispered, my forehead resting on his, and tears in my eyes. “For thisbeautiful life, baby. Because of you, I found my way back to my family. And I found my way back to myself.”

When one door closes, another blows wide open…

Extended Epilogue

The Severed Heirloom Series

Philadelphia, PA

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