Page 75 of Secret Baby for my Off-Limits Fiancé

His hands, warm and possessive, anchor me to him. My body hums under his touch.

When he finally pulls away, just enough to let me breathe, his lips still brush against mine, his forehead resting against mine once more.

"Tell me you feel this too." His voice rough with something dangerously close to hope.

I don’t even hesitate. "I feel everything."

Guiding me toward the sofa, his movements are purposeful and calculated.

My legs feel weak as I sit on the edge, my eyes never leaving his.

His gaze intense, before bending me forward with my chest resting on the armrest.

He hikes my skirt up, exposing my thong, his hands gripping my hips, his touch firm and demanding.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he growls, his voice rough with need.

My breath comes in short gasps, as I turn my head slightly, my lips brushing against his arm.

“I don’t want you to wrap it up.” My voice trembles with desire.

“I want to feel every fucking inch of you. All of you.”

Valentino’s grip tightens on my hips, his chest heaving as he pulls my panties to the side.

Without hesitation, he positions his thick cock, pressing against my wet entrance.

I whimper, my body aching for him, and he thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside me in one primal motion.

His movements are raw and rough as he picks up the pace. The sounds of our body colliding together. I fucking love it.

Valentino’s grip is like a vise, his thrusts relentless and urgent.

I can feel every inch of him, just as I request, his cock stretching me, filling me completely.

My nails dig into the sofa as I push back against him, meeting his rhythm with equal intensity.

“Fuck, Valentino. Harder. Please.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

The movement of his hips becomes more savage, his body snapping against mine as he pounds into me with abandon.

I’m gush of wetness, my pussy clenching around him as my orgasm builds up.

My walls tighten as I let out a cry, juices squirting all over his dick, coating him in my release.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Valentino groans, his voice strained as he fights for control. “So fucking wet for me.”

My head falls forward, hair cascading over my shoulders as I ride out my orgasm.

But Valentino isn’t done yet.

Pulling out abruptly, he turns me to face him, his eyes wild with desire.

He pushes me back onto the sofa, my legs spreading wide as he kneels between them. Gripping my thighs, he holds me wide open and angles himself at my entrance once more.

“Again,” he commands, his voice a low growl.

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