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My grip on her hair tightens, and I pull, moving my mouth to her ear. “I’m going to come inside you.”
Her pussy walls flutter around me.
“Would you like that, baby? For me to own you that way? To claim you?”
“Ye—yes,” she stutters.
“I’ll pump you so full, it leaks down your legs, and then parade you in front of the world, just to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”
Her gaze sharpens, the cloud of lust clearing for just a moment, and her nails dig into my shoulders. “As long as they know it goes both ways.”
“Give it to me, then,” I demand, my hand on her lower back urging her hips to meet my thrusts. She does, andfuck, the added rotation is sending me flying.
Our bodies are slick with sweat, and they’re hot and sticky as we come together over and over, the smell of sex strong in the air.
I move my hand from her lower back and press my thumb against her clit, rubbing it in a circular motion while I fuck into her with my cock.
Her body starts to spasm around me, and I know she’s close because her cunt is contracting, her slick walls massaging my length and urging me to come.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby. You’re doing so well. Such a perfect girl for me.”
She screams,loud, and her pussy clamps down on me like a vise, and that’s it for me; I explode, my cock jerking wildly as I thrust one more time and then hold myself as deep as I can inside her.
My orgasm is so strong, my vision goes black and stars dot the edges, and I throw my head back, groaning as I empty myself.
Panting hard, I open my eyes, trying to regulate my breathing. When my vision returns, I look down, noticing how out of sorts she is on the desk.
She looks fucked hard and put away wet, and she’s so perfect, I have an urge to grab my phone and snap a picture, just so I can jerk off later to the sight of her this way.
“That was…” she starts.
I collapse on top of her, my breathing shaky and my body coated in a thin sheen of sweat.
“Perfect,” I finish for her. “That was fucking perfect. Just like you.”
I rest my forehead against hers while I will my heart to calm down.
“Now what?” she murmurs against my face.
I pull back and flash her a grin. I feel sober now, but I’m flying higher than I’ve ever been.
“Now we get you cleaned up, I take you back out there, and I show you how good we can be inthislife, not a different one.”
THIRTY-NINE
VENESA
I lie backon my hotel bed, my hair fluffing when I hit the cushy down pillow.
This is definitely a step up from the motel I was staying at in Yorkville. Enzo offered to put me in his hotel, and I accepted with open arms.
I shouldn’t have slept with him, though. Not without talking to him first.
He was drunk, and I was—am—scared of what he’ll say when he finds out the truth.
But I won’t lie and say I’m not enjoying being in a suite at the Marino. The lap of luxury is nice.
Is this how he lives all the time? Is this how Aria lived?
