She whimpers my name, reaching back to grip my hair as I rail her. The slow, lazy cock-warming from earlier is gone and is now replaced by raw, desperate need. I bury my face in her neck and thrust deep one final time, groaning loudly as I start to come. Thick, hot pulses of cum flood her pussy while I hold her tight against me, grinding through every wave, making sure it stays as deep as possible.
“Fuck … take it all, baby,” I growl, still twitching inside her. “That’s it.”
We stay locked together, breathing hard, my cock still buried deep as my cum starts to leak out around me. I stay buried inside her, breathing hard against her neck as I slide my hand down between her legs. I gather some of the warm cum that’s leaking out of her and bring it up to her swollen clit and start rubbing slow, slick circles with my own release, using it as lube.
“Mine,” I whisper. “All fucking mine.”
Summer gasps sharply, her hips jerking.
“Kairo …”
“Shh,” I murmur, kissing her shoulder as I keep rubbing her clit with my cum. “Let me take care of you.”
I keep my cock deep inside her, still twitching, while my fingers work her clit in firm, slippery circles.
“You feel that?” I whisper against her ear. “That’s me, and now I’m using it to make you come.”
She moans loudly, pushing back against me, her pussy fluttering around my cock. I don’t thrust, I just stay buried deep while I rub her faster, using my release to make her clit slick and sensitive.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl softly. “Come with my cum all over your pretty clit.”
Her whole body shakes as she grabs my forearm, nails digging in as her orgasm hits her hard. She cries out, pussy clenching rhythmically around my cock while I keep rubbing her through it, drawing it out until she’s whimpering and trembling in my arms.
I slow my fingers but don’t stop completely, just gentle, lazy strokes as she comes down.
“Good girl,” I praise, kissing the side of her neck. “Such a good fucking wife for me.”
She turns her head, breathing hard, and looks at me with hazy, satisfied eyes.
I smile and press a soft kiss to her lips.
“We’re not moving from this lounger for a long time,” I murmur. “I’m staying right here … deep inside you.”
15
SUMMER
We've showered and changed, and I'm back on the lounger in a sundress, my hair still damp, and the afternoon light golden on the pool. Kairo is beside me, one hand sliding under the hem of my dress, fingers hooking my underwear to the side. He finds me and starts slow, lazy circles, dipping inside, his thumb brushing my clit like it's an afterthought. I close my eyes and lean into it. My hips roll against his hand, the warmth is building, and I'm right there …
Then he stops.
His whole body goes rigid, his fingers are still inside me but frozen. His head turns toward the tree line, jaw locked, eyes sharp.
"Kairo?"
His phone rings. He pulls his fingers out and answers in one motion. "Talk." His voice is flat and cold.
I watch the warmth drain from his face. The man who was touching me ten seconds ago vanishes, and the one from the first day is back, the mafia boss, his dangerous one.
He hangs up and stands. "Get behind me."
"What's ...?"
"Summer, now," he yells, his tone makes me jump.
I stand, pulling my dress down, heart slamming as I hear heavy booted footsteps on the path. Then voices, clipped and low as if his security team is coming for us. What is happening? Suddenly, his security burst through the garden. Four men, rifles raised, and in the middle of them is a man with his hands up, and a gun pressed to the back of his head.
My brother, Storm.
