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His thumb stilled against my clit.

He held it there, drawing out the aftershocks until I could breathe again.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. His pelvis ground into mine, cock still throbbing in my soaked, contracting pussy. “I love feeling you come on me. It’s a fucking fantasy come to life.”

He began circling my clit again, slower this time, teasing me toward that explosive brink.

His lips brushed my ear before his teeth closed over my earlobe.

“Come for me again,” he commanded, low and rumbling.

Without waiting, he thrust his hips upward. I was rooted to the spot, every nerve ending ablaze as his cock plunged all the way in, then retreated and slammed back.

One strong hand gripped my side, fingers digging into the tender curve of my hip, anchoring me to hisrelentless rhythm. His thumb kept spinning on my clit in tight, maddening circles.

“God, Leon!” I gasped, nails digging into his broad shoulders.

“Do you like that?” he growled. “Are you going to come for me again?”

His voice, deep and urgent, sent shivers skittering down my spine. He was the most magnetic man I’d ever known, and his demand ignited a fresh hunger inside me.

“Answer me,” he urged, thumb stroking faster now, pulling me toward the edge.

I could feel the tension coil in my core, ready to snap. Every inch of me burned with need as I tossed my head back and surrendered to the delicious storm he created.

“Yes, I fucking love it! Please don’t stop, Leon. Make me come again,” I begged, raw with unending need.

My strength returned, just a little, and I opened my thighs wider, feeling the slick heat as my pussy slid farther down his shaft.

I rode him, rising and falling with more intensity, meeting his powerful thrusts with my rising momentum. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, echoing the fervor of our movements.

Overwhelmed by the flood of sensations, my pussy clenched and released in rhythmic spasms at the feel of him hitting the deepest parts of my body, the way he stretched me open so fully, the way his cock fucked into me so delicious, so raw.

“Oh God, I’m coming. Don’t stop,” I cried out, waves ofpleasure rolling over me, pulling me into a state of hypnotic, lustful bliss.

My body quivered, caught in the throes of ecstasy.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” he growled.

His cock swelled inside me even bigger, and he moaned a low, primal, savage growl that rocked through my body.

“Cali! Cali! Fuck!” he shouted. His cock pulsed and exploded deep in my pussy, his white-hot seed searing my wet, spasming walls.

His body trembled against mine, both of us caught in a shared, feverish release.

We clung to each other, our arms wrapping tightly around one another, his cock still buried deep inside me. We gasped for breath, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.

After a moment, Leon slid his hands beneath me and lifted me, carrying me up a set of stairs, down a hallway, and into a large, spacious room. In the center was a giant bed covered in a dark gray duvet. He moved to it, laying me down and settling in beside me.

On instinct, I turned towards him, and he pulled me into his arms. My head settled on his chest, the constant thump of his heart a soothing sound to my ear. He gently kissed my forehead as we were surrounded by a peaceful silence filled with unspoken understanding.

I longed to express everything flooding my heart—to tell him how safe and liberated I felt in his arms, how he had become my sanctuary. But words seemed unnecessary, as if he already sensed every emotion swirling within me.

“Leon, I have never felt more alive in my life,” I said, knowing I spoke the truth.

He tightened his grip around me, nodding. “I feel the same, Cali. I really do,” he replied, his words a soft affirmation.

As sleep began to steal over us, wrapped in each other’s warmth, I knew with certainty that choosing Leon Boscos as my husband was the best decision I’d ever made.

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