Page 100 of Hostile Love
It doesn’t take long before she’s panting and throwing her head back.
From down here, between her legs, staring up at her quivering belly, plump tits, and fluttery eyelashes, I realize I have to move on from my past too.
Dani deserves the best version of me. It means talking to Mama this afternoon and putting all the pieces together.
Scorching fire blazes through me when she arches her back and comes on my tongue. As pleasure takes over her body, I fist my aching dick and tease her clit.
I’m so ready.
I stand, grab her hips, and drag her to the edge of the counter in one fast tug.
“I’ll fill the bridesmaid’s tight little cunt with my cum,” I whisper at her lips, hitching her knees high, and hooking the backs of them over my arms. “She’ll come so hard for me.My brothers will hear her screams and they’ll know I’m deadly serious about having her in my life.”
“Show me,” she gasps. “Show me how you’ll fuck her.”
“You want to be that bridesmaid, Dani?”
“Yes.” She holds my head to hers and kisses me. “I’ll do it. I’ll wear a dress and go to their wedding.”
“Good girl.” I smile and nudge my dick at her pussy. “And no panties for easy access throughout the day, okay?”
“No string panties or pantyhose?”
“Some guys need their women dressed in leather or lace or meshy shit. That stuff gets in the way of your soft skin. All I need is you…like this. Naked, wet, and warm.”
Dani gazes right at me, a glint of something in her eyes as the pulse in her neck goes wild.
“This is it, isn't it?” she asks. “This is happiness.”
I grin. I can’t help myself. Brushing our noses, I cover her lips with mine.
“It’s more than happiness,” I say into her mouth. “This is love.”
“I feel it,” she whispers. “Everywhere.”
I thrust my hips and drive my dick in deep.
“Me too, little firecracker. Me too.”
She cries out and I lose my mind.
Her pussy clenches around me, growing wetter as I fuck her on the counter. I keep her gaze fixed on mine and focus on how good she feels. How perfect she is.
In a few hours I’ll be ready to meet my demons head on. I have the feeling it’s going to be a very bumpy road.
And with the Lozano family hunting us, a big Souza wedding would leave us open to an attack.
29
MATHEUS
I walk past my mother’s bodyguard and stroll into the room where André is lying in bed, his heart monitor steadily beeping, and his eyes closed.
Mama is at his bedside, sitting in an armchair, and immediately stands when I enter.
She smooths out her designer emerald pants and smiles––that same loving smile she used to offer when I’d return home from Elias’ remote compound, traumatized.
The woman knew how he treated me.
