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Still locked at the lips, he slowly pulled himself out of me, feeling the whimper escape my mouth as my pussy struggled valiantly to hold him inside me.

“Can you take all of it,mi vida?208”

I swallowed. “I…I don’t know.”

“Do you want to try?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Let me know when to stop, okay?”

Inodded, and he reversed direction quickly, sliding back into me, angling to force himself as deep inside as he could, until I couldn’t take any more.

“I c-can’t take anymore,” I whispered and he pulled out, bringing his fingers to rub my clit.

“You did so well, baby,” he whispered. “Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock.”

His fingers sped up, and I couldn’t think. The pleasure felt overwhelming to the point I felt I was about to pass out, but the sensations overflowing me were too good and another orgasm washed me, hard and fast.

“You look so beautiful cumming all over my fingers, Red,” he whispered and suddenly, with no warning, he started driving himself in and out of me, reaching down with his hands to lift my hips slightly to better angle himself.

“Mikkel!” I screamed, unable to keep quiet longer.“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

His eyes widened and my breathing turned to rapid gasps as his motion sent jolts of fire through my body. My arms strained against the handcuffs, desperate to pull him closer. My fingers clenched and unclenched, helpless against the inability to grasp his flesh as his body pounded into me.

With each thrust, my moans grew louder until a sudden scream tore from my lips. My body became a live wire under his hands, every muscle spasming in ecstasy.

As my pussy pulsed and clenched around his cock, he slammed into me twice, then quickly three more times, and then came, his cock spurting as he pulled my hips against his and thrust himself as deeply as he could.

Satisfied and arms trembling, he lowered his body, head now resting on my heaving chest, our bodies still intertwined and unable to move as the exhaustion of the dual climaxes set in.

Finally, the clink of the handcuff chain made him raise his head, and he saw me trying, without avail, to pull my arms down from their bound position. Still semi-hard inside me, he reached over and pulled the key from the drawer, gently unlocking both of my wrists.

With a sigh that was part relief and part exhausted pleasure, I pulled my arms down around him, gripping him close, and gathered his head back down to one of my breasts.

As his tongue traced my nipple, I moaned then whispered, “That was incredible. Let me handcuff you next time.”

He nodded, possibly too exhausted to speak, and we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, until we regained enough energy for round two.

Chapter Sixty-one

Mikkel

“Love is not something you find; love is something that finds you.”

~ Loretta Young

TheElite Rides x Luxe Transportsacquisition launch party exceeded all expectations, receiving overwhelmingly positive feedback. A few critics lingered, but nothing could overshadow the success, thanks to an incredible team.

I wore a sharp, tailored white suit that fit like it was made for me, paired with a fresh haircut Abigail had given me earlier. But no matter how put together I looked, it was Abigail who truly stole the spotlight—stunning in a long emerald velvet dress, the daring slit a bold contrast to the winter chill.

The ballroom buzzed with media personnel, interviewers, elites, politicians, and industry leaders. My parents had flown in forthe event, and my sister surprised me by showing up—though she spent most of the night deep in conversation with Arnoldo about real estate law.

Laughter filled the air as my friends—my brothers—reminisced about my journey, turning the night into a celebration of not just success but the people who had been there through it all.

During my speech, I thanked everyone who made the night possible, and in my mind, I knew Morison and Sapphire deserved raises for all their hard work. News outlets likeThe New York Times, Forbes, Bloomberg,andBusiness Insiderwere in attendance, capturing every moment. The applause that followed marked the culmination of years of effort. With a toast and the clink of champagne flutes, the celebration of new beginnings felt complete.

At five in the morning, despite the chill, I stood on the private balcony, watching the sky. Suddenly, the balcony door slid open behind me. Abigail stepped out and joined me at the railing without saying a word.

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