Page 5 of Secret Baby for my Off-Limits Fiancé

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He thrusts in me, his mouth sinking to my ear. “I’ll make you get used to it, baby.”

Even though we’re already naked, and he’s literally inside of me, it’s this comment that makes me blush the hardest.

Make me get used to it.

I grind my hips up, but he pushes me back down, maintaining control of the pace. “I know you want me to fuck you harder, but we’re going to take it slow at first.”

I trail my nails down his broad back, feeling myself get swept away by the pleasure. It’s so unlike any of the one-night stand stories Gianna talks about. Usually, any man she meets at the club would be jackhammering away the moment they start to have sex.

Not him. He’s tuning himself to my body, making me get used to his length before he loses control.

My pussy clenches against his cock, and I bite his shoulder.

“Is that how you want to play?” He smirks. “Careful what you wish for.”

Suddenly, one of his hands fly to my head, grabbing a fistful of hair, and he begins to thrust harder.

“Oh, my – fuck.”

“Is this how you want me to fuck you?” he growls into my ear, beads of perspiration rolling down his face. “You should have asked, baby. I would have had you bent over in front of the bathroom mirror in the party.”

“Valentino…”

I can barely form words – everything is being reduced to a dizzying blur around me, all that matters is the way he’s filling me up and taking control of my body like he’s known it all his life.

“Would you have liked that? I would have done it in a flash.”

“Y-yes,” I moan, feeling close to my release.

He tugs on my hair again, and when I reach my hand down to rub my clit, he stops me.

“I am the only one who gets to pleasure you tonight.”

Fuck.

That does it. My walls clench around him, and moans rip from my throat.

“Cum for me, baby.”

And that, I do. Again, and again, and again.

I wake up sometime during dawn, a soft light filtering in through the window. The space next to me is empty.

Throat dry and cotton-mouthed, I sit up in bed and look around the room.

I need water.

No water in sight, and my clothes are scattered across the floor. I scramble up and put my underwear back on to head to the kitchen and get some.

Why is it not as fun putting your clothes back on as it is taking them off?

Memories from last night flood my thoughts, leaving behind a ghost of blush in their wake.

It was a great night and even knowing this has all the trimmings of a one-night stand, I wonder if maybe we can do this again. And again.

I don’t usually do this, and I really enjoyed my night with Valentino. Every single part of it.

Speaking of, where is he?

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