Page 28 of Secret Baby for my Off-Limits Fiancé

I position myself between her legs, my cock poised at her entrance. "Are you ready for me?"

Layla nods, her eyes glazed with desire.

I thrust forward, filling her in one smooth motion, and we both groan at the sensation.

I allow her to adjust to my size, before beginning a slow, steady rhythm.

I watch her face, her eyes fluttering closed as she savors the feeling of my cock filling her.

Leaning down, I capture her lips in a deep kiss, and increase my pace.

My hips pound into her, my balls slapping against her ass.

Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as she meets my thrusts with equal fervor.

"Harder, Valentino. Fuck me harder."

I oblige, my primal instincts taking over.

I grasp her hips, holding her firmly as I pound into her, my cock hitting her sweet spot with each thrust.

Layla's moans turn into screams of pleasure, filling the room with our lustful symphony.

My own climax builds, as an intense pressure coils in my lower abdomen.

I wanted to make this moment last, but my body has other plans.

My thrusts become primal and off rhythm as I edge closer and closer.

With my final thrust, I bury my cock deep inside her, pulsating as I release, filling her.

My orgasm triggers hers as her walls tightly pulsate against my dick, her sultry moans muffled against my neck.

We lay there satiated and content, entangled in each other's arms, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with sweat.

I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her soft skin against mine.

"Wow," Layla whispers, her voice breathless.

As we drift off to sleep, I realize that this fake relationship is off to a great start.

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When I wake up, the bed beside me is empty.

I exhale, rolling onto my back, running a hand through my disheveled hair.

Running again.

I should’ve expected it.

If the sex was just as good for her as it was for me, then of course she’d run, just like last time.

The difference? This time, she can’t escape.

She agreed to this arrangement. She needs me now.

I glance at my phone and see a message from my father, reminding me about the family gathering this weekend.

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