Page 76 of Secret Baby for my Off-Limits Fiancé

I nod, my body still trembling from my climax.

Valentino spears into me again, his cock sliding easily into my slick heat.

This time, he moves slower, his hips rolling as he savors the feel of me around him.

His hands roam my body, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples until they peak under his touch.

My moans are guttural, filling the room as he teases me, driving me closer to the edge again.

“Cum for me again.” His thrusts become more urgent. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”

My eyes roll back as my body obeys, the orgasm crashing over me like a wave.

My juices are flowing freely, squirting onto him as my walls milk him.

Valentino’s face contorts. “Fuck, Layla. I’m going to cum.”

My eyes flutter open, hands reaching out to grip his shoulders.

“Inside me,” I beg, my voice desperate. “Fill me up, Valentino. I want your cum deep in my pussy.”

Valentino doesn’t think twice. With a primal moan, he thrusts deep, hips locking against mine as he releases every drop of his load.

His cum spills into me, hot and thick, filling my pussy completely.

My body trembles as his seed coats my walls.

For a moment, we stay locked together, our breaths ragged and hearts pounding in unison.

Resting his forehead against mine, his hands gently stroke my hair as we come down from our high.

My legs stay wrapped around him, and my body is still buzzing with the aftermath of the intense sex.

“Fuck,” Valentino whispers, his voice hoarse. “That was…”

I smile, my lips brushing against his.

“Not done yet,” I murmur, my eyes glinting with mischief.

“Oh? And what do you have in mind?”

I slide a hand down his chest, fingers teasing the trail of hair that leads below his waist.

“I think we’ve only just begun.”

The air between us is tense with anticipation, the promise of more hanging heavy in the room.

Valentino’s smirk widens, his hands gripping my hips once more.

“Then let’s see just how far we can take this.”

A few hours later and after coming down from another handful of orgasms, Valentino disappears into the kitchen. He returns moments later with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

I’m dressed in one of his shirts that can pass off as a nightgown on me.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” He pours me a glass. “This is one of the oldest wines in my collection. I always thought I’d save it for a special occasion, but… this feels like one.”

There’s something in the way he says it. Something real.

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