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I lay there on my back, staring at the dark ceiling, tired but pulsing with life.
I listened to her breathe on the other side of the bed, slow and gentle, rhythmic.
I crossed the mattress and moved up against her, my arm hooking around her stomach and pulling her into me like a bear with its mate. My face entered her hair, and I smelled the flowers and sunshine.
Her body stretched and shifted against me, stirring at my touch.
My fingers hooked into her panties and pulled them over her ass and down her thighs, exposing that fine piece of ass that I wanted to bite.
She stirred a little more, waking up to my hand underneath her shirt, gripping her tit in my big hand.
“Axel…” My name barely left her lips because her voice was so raspy.
I rolled her onto her stomach, her shirt pushed up so her tits were against the mattress, and then I straddled her ass and shoved my dick in the warmth between her cheeks. She had an ass on her, so it was like the perfect home for my dick.
Her breathing elevated, and now she was fully awake, propping herself on her forearms so her hair tumbled down her back.
I slicked the head of my cock before I aimed for her slit, her closed legs making the entrance tighter than usual. It took several tries to push through, but with every thrust, she released a deep breath in anticipation.
I finally made it in and sank nice and slow, feeling her cheeks against my pelvis, her skin soft and warm. “Fuck, Pretty…” My hands tightened into fists as I held myself on top of her, my head above hers, her pussy tighter than it’d ever been.
I thrust into her hard, forcing her clit against the mattress underneath her, and she instantly gave a gasp when she felt me push inside her so forcefully. Her breathing was different. Her moans were different. She’d never had me at this angle, her thighs tight together, barely big enough to contain all of me.
But I knew she liked it, because she was so fucking wet.
Every thrust was like a bullet out of a gun, hard and quick, my hips making her ass jiggle. The heat rushed through me right away, the pleasure so strong that I wanted to stuff her with the first load of the night already.
But her moans had gotten louder, and her voice had already started to crack. I could tell she was there, just by the tightness of her cunt alone. Her slickness continued to flow, coating my dick and reducing the friction even more. Soon, our wet bodies were making sounds as loud as our moans.
Thankfully, she came, her moans bouncing off the headboard and coming back to me in echoes. I could hear the tears in her broken voice, could see the way her nails clawed at the tight sheet over the mattress.
“You like this, baby?” I dipped my lips to her ear.
She finished, her breaths still haywire. “Yes…”
“Tell me you love it.” My dick was so hard now, ready to explode inside her paradise.
“I love it.”
Fuck. I gave my final pumps. One. Two. Three. Then I shoved myself as deep as I could go, making her cry out slightly as I gave her my load, filling her completely with my seed. Every second of fucking felt so damn good, but when I came inside her, that was the cherry on the sundae.
I remained inside her and continued to grind, sliding through my own come. “Want me to fuck you again?” My lips were back at her ear, my big dick still inside her tightness.
“Yes.”
“Ask me.”
She hesitated, suddenly embarrassed.
“Ask me.”
“Will—will you fuck me like that again?”
A victorious shiver moved down my spine. “I’d love to, Pretty.” I started to thrust again, hitting her as hard as last time. I thrust. “Fucking—” I thrust again, driving hard into the mattress. “Love—” I ground my hips, feeling her cheeks right against me, hearing her gasp every time I thrust. “To.”
I sat in the armchair, listening to the wind and rain hit the windows hard. A fire was in the hearth, prepared by Aldo before I even walked into the room. I sat there in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, my heart blocked and fortified before Lorenzo even stepped into the room.
He entered a moment later, wearing a suit, with his eyeglasses on the bridge of his nose. He skipped the pleasantries and sat across from me, setting his bag on the floor beside him. He pulled out a folder full of papers and flipped through them to find what he needed.
These meetings used to take place with my parents and their lawyers.
Now, it was an obnoxious game of telephone.
Lorenzo handed me a sheet. “These are all the events the properties have booked for the month. The hotels have a low occupancy because of the season, so they’re considering a few promotions to drive traffic.”
