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What she did next was unexpected. Partly because I thought I blew it, and also because I was still learning things aboutNatalia every single time we were together. Learning her quirks and kinks and how she liked things, and apparently face fucking her hard enough to make her cry was a good thing because she pulled me down on the bed by my cock and cried out, “I want you inside me.”

Every scratch of her fingers down my back was electricity, and each nip of her perfect little canines against my swollen lips had me fighting back as I took her under her knee, pushing her legs apart to fit, and finally drove myself deep inside of her. She gasped out in shock with wide eyes, but I didn’t let her catch her breath. I broke into a rhythm of hard, plunging strokes, feeling it down every single inch of me while touching the most intimate parts of her. I had to close my eyes to focus on containing myself.

She kissed up my neck to my ear where her face was hidden from the camera. “Are you okay?”

“Just trying not to blow my load prematurely for hundreds of people to see, but you are so fucking hot I can’t fight it.”

“Let me get on top.”

“That might be worse,” I confessed quietly.

Tally nipped my ear and pushed out from underneath me, repositioning us so I was on the bed and she was straddling my hips. My cock was pulsing at the sheer loss of her tight heat around it, and the edging torture of being so close to finishing and having that ripped away was the most brutal pleasure I’d ever known.

The computer chimed in a steady succession and Tally’s lips parted into a surprised, excited smile.

“What’s happening?”

“People are joining. New subscribers. Dozens of them.”

A weight in my chest alleviated at the sight of her pure joy. It wasn’t justherdoing this, it wasus, together. People were here for Tally and me and the magic we were making as a team. She lost herself just enough, distracted by the screen, and I wentfor it. Needing her so badly, I slammed her down onto my cock without warning and we both cried out in ecstasy.

Her mouth dropped open and every sinful sound from her throat slipped right out and hit me somewhere deep and hungry. I palmed her tits and she bucked on top of me, riding me so fucking good my eyes rolled into the back of my skull and I saw nothing but black for a long, long moment.

Desperate to come, I sat up and wrapped my forearm around her waist, using the leverage of my other hand to bring her down onto me over and over again at my own pace. My muscles strained; her body heat against mine made the entire room collapse in on me in a fog and like she could feel me inside her swelling against her walls, she threw her head back.

“I’m going to come,” she swooned. “Please, don’t stop.”

My lungs seized and she buried her face in my neck, slowing her hips to sit with me fully inside her as she made a noise so foreign that it shocked me. I’d had sex with Natalia and made her finish in several ways beyond it, but gone was that sweet, sexy moan of elation I was so fond of. Natalia faked an orgasm like she was expelling a demon. As soon as I realized it was her making good on our deal I hid a fit of laughter in a long kiss.

My erection slipped out of her and I rose to my feet, bringing Natalia to the end of the bed on her knees as I stroked myself. Her makeup was ruined, the blush on her cheeks was completely natural, and there was a twinkle of eager anticipation in her eyes gazing up at me. When she stuck her tongue out, waiting for it, it was over.

Ropes of semen splashed across her mouth and her cheeks, painting her hair. It dripped in beads down her chin and dotted her chest and mesmerized me. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. “Fuck, you look so goddamn pretty covered in my cum.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away. She was the only thing in my entire orbit, the only thing that mattered. I forgot where we were, what we were meant to be doing, that there were potentially thousands of people watching this happen in real time, and I cupped her face in my hands and kissed the fucking hell out of her.

“Thanks, everyone,” she said offhandedly. “See you soon. Hopefully Mat can join us again.” She hopped from the bed and rushed to the computer, ending the stream, returning to me and running her hands down my arms and chest like she was looking for wounds. “How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

There was something frantic about it, like she was worried I was going to completely break down, but it was the exact opposite. I felt like I was on a high. I was still overtaken with adrenaline and all I wanted was to be there in that moment with her for as long as possible. A smile crested my lips as I tucked a sticky strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m perfect.” I had never been more perfect.

With the stream closed, I steered her back to the bed and sat her right at the edge of it, dropping to my knees and hooking both of her thighs over my shoulders. “Need to take care of this pussy,” I mumbled, flicking my tongue over her clit softly. Natalia’s head fell backward as I slid a finger through her core, coating it with her own arousal before pushing it inside of her. The sweetest sound poured out of her parted lips. So sweet I added another finger and did it again, and again, until it was like a symphony I was orchestrating. I closed my mouth around her clit and circled that cluster of nerves until her elbows went weak, back bowed, and her cunt fluttered around me. “You did so good, sweetheart. Such a fucking good girl. Come for me, I know you want to.”

I was insatiable, sucking and nibbling. Her thighs tightened around my head from the intensity and I wrenched them back open with my free hand.

“Matty,God, yes. I’m—” she tapered off as her orgasm rocked through her body and her pussy went from gripping to soft and pliant around my soaked fingers. Every muscle in her lower half constricted, there was a moment of dead silence, then a rush of shaking and writhing as she reached her peak and her moans filled the room.

Natalia collapsed backward, chest heaving and eyes closed, exhausted, satisfied, and absolutely glowing in the low light. I crawled up her body, peppering kisses all over her skin and stared at her until my own eyes threatened to close too. It could have been hours later when I lifted her into my arms and carried her across the hall into the small bathroom. The shower ran while I washed her face and body with a warm cloth, and then she let me bathe her slowly and thoroughly before she did the same to me.

Natalia made sure I was taken care of. She caredforme. The kind of care that you didn’t extend to a friend. It was a care that challenged fondness, begging it to cross the threshold into something more permanent.

It was when the sheets were changed, and her room was put back in its usual chaotic order, and she was tucked into my side and fast asleep, that I realized something I’d been coming to terms with for weeks. I wasn’tfondof Natalia Russo. There was another four-letter word for it. This woman wasn’t passing through my life; she was there for good.

And I wasn’t letting go no matter what.

chapter sixteen

Natalia

My heels clackedup the marble steps of my parents' Palm Beach mansion as we arrived for my father’s sixtieth birthday. Mateo trailed behind me looking clean and well put together, his parents ambling on his tail to keep up. At the helm of the double oak front doors, dwarfed by the sprawling white stucco home I grew up in, my father was waiting for us with a cardboard party hat on his head and half a rocks glass of amber liquid dancing in his hand.

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