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At the first swipe of his tongue against my bundle of nerves, I jolted, a moan escaping me. He slid a finger inside me, lapping my pussy like a starved man receiving a free meal.
It didn’t take long for me to meet his thrusts with my hips, riding his hand until my orgasm barreled into me. My screams of pleasure were muffled when Romero rose and kissed me hard.
I was drunk on lust, tasting myself on his tongue. When he moved to position his stiff rod at my entrance, I pulled one leg out from under him, forcing him onto his back.
His eyes flamed with desire. Wrapping a hand around my throat, his other holding my hip in a bruising grip, he stared up at me with a look that told me he was the one in control. And I let him believe it while I slowly slid down onto his cock.
He hissed out a breath. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Julietta Vazquez.”
Hands on his chest, I smiled. He squeezed my throat as I rode him, chasing another orgasm. Tilting his hips slightly, he hit that spot that had me writhing.
When I started to lose myself to the pleasure, Romero released his hold on my air supply, and held me steady while he fucked me hard. There was no containing my cries of ecstasy, but I doubt they could be heard above the thumping music.
I threw my head back, his name pouring from my lips over and over as my pussy milked his cock.
Without warning, he flipped me over and I fell face-first into the bed. Gripping the sheets, I could only hang on, feeling every punishing thrust, another orgasm looming closer. His hand slapped my ass soundly and I bucked.
With his other hand, he held my head down, clenching my hair. Denying me air only heightened my arousal, and before I knew it, I tipped over the edge again, screaming into the mattress.
His pace was unyielding, and he yanked my head back, leaning down to nip the shell of my ear. Then he grunted my name, flooding me with warmth.
Panting, I collapsed.
Romero withdrew himself, then picked me up, carrying me to the bathroom. When he set me down on my feet, he kissed me softly.
“You’re everything I always desired, but thought I’d never have,” he said, stroking my cheek.
A little dazed, and completely sated, I smiled. “You’re perfect in every way. I’m so glad you’re mine.”
His lips caressed my temple, then he set to work turning on the shower. With reverence, he undid my wedding lingerie, kissing down my legs when he slid off my stockings. Desire began to burn within me again. When I was completely bare, he stood, drinking in the sight.
He bent over, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking. I gasped, and he moved to the other, repeating the wicked work of his tongue.
“If you don’t stop that, we’ll never get clean,” I warned.
Romero chuckled. “Mi amor, I’m not stopping unless you beg me to.”
His words had my aching cunt throbbing once again. Stepping into the shower, we let the hot water pour over our bodies while we fought for dominance with our tongues.
Eventually the bastard got his way, pressing my front to the cold shower wall, my nipples buds of stone as he plunged into me from behind, over and over.
We spent the entire night, and well into the early morning, pleasuring each other. Sleep came at some point, and when I awoke with my cheek resting on the hard plane of delicious muscle, I sighed happily.
My body was sore in the best way, and I got to wake up beside the most gorgeous man alive.
I wanted all mornings to start like this one.
Romero stirred, sensing I was awake. He turned around and tilted my chin up, claiming my lips with his.
“Esposa,” he murmured.
“Husband,” I replied, loving the sound of that.
His grin was part satisfaction, part adoration. Feeling his rock-solid dick pressing against my belly, I giggled.
That was all the invitation he needed before sliding into my slick pussy yet again.
Whatever dangers we were to face in the future, I knew we’d survive them together. But in these moments where it was just the two of us, our souls entwined, I didn’t care what came next. As long as Romero was mine, I’d make it through.
I had a sister, and although she wouldn’t yet speak to me, I had hope she’d come around. She was the only family I had left. And Arie, as well as my new family, had all survived the battle against Morgan.
Whether there came a war or not, it didn’t matter.
Because the man that taught me to fight for what I wanted was at my side.
I guess wishes really did come true.
