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His leg has pretty much healed up. It’s been a few weeks since everything happened, and together we’ve made sure Humphrey isn’t buying new women. He’s in prison now, awaiting trial.
The women are all doing well. Many have already moved out of the shelter, and since they’ve been open, they’ve even taken a few new women on. Clementine Prince loves running things at the shelter, and in the beginning, she was spending most days there. I’ve helped there too, but Dean mentioned we should get away for a little bit.
The plane takes off, and after a few minutes Dean’s hand slides up my thigh. “I love this dress.” His hand glides higher up my red flowery dress.
“Would you rather see it off?”
Dean smiles with a growl, leaning my seat back into a lying position. There’s no staff on board, only the pilots which have their door closed. “I’ve been wanting you since the last time.”
“That was probably only an hour ago.”
He nips my ear with his teeth. “Entirely too long for me.”
I wrap my hands around his neck as he kisses along mine. “Dean, where are you taking me?”
He laughs against my skin. “No way, I’m not telling you.”
I rub my hand over his hard length between his legs. “Tell me, please.”
He kisses my nose. “Nope.”
“Please.” I give him my best pouty look, moving him to where he’s lying in my seat and I’m in his lap. I slide to the floor, sliding his zipper down with me. “Tell me and I’ll give you the best blow job ever.”
He smiles, running his fingers through my hair. “Sophia, what are you doing to me?” He bites his lower lip.
I pull his pants down a little, freeing his dick from his trousers. “I’m begging for you to tell me.”
His fingers tighten, his grip hardening against my scalp. He’s turned on and his dick grows to life in front of my eyes.
I grip it in my hand, swirling my tongue around the tip. “Like this?”
He lets out a husky breath. “Yeah.”
I continue working him, licking up and down his shaft before putting his whole length into my mouth. He grips my head, moving me down on his dick.
I suck. And suck.
My insides tighten, and I grow a little hot. Yes, I press my thighs together to relieve the ache.
Before I can work harder on him, he’s lifted me up.
“I need to be inside you.” He places me on his lap and pushes my panties aside as he enters me in one powerful thrust. “I love being inside your little pussy.” He moves in and out of me at a rapid speed, his gray eyes watching me. “Play with your tits for me.”
I lower my dress a little, pulling my breasts out of my bra. I pinch my nipples, gripping my breasts in both hands. “Don’t stop.”
He kisses me, and my body is nearing its climax. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
I grind against him, no longer caring where we’re going. I would go anywhere with this man. I love him. I love him so much it makes my chest hurt sometimes. I grip my fingers into his hair, messing up his tousled hair even more. “Please, I love you.”
He kisses me again, and we breathe each other in. I’m so close and I lean back as my orgasm shoots through me.
Dean follows right behind, grunting and groaning through his release.
Once we’ve both calmed, I pass out in a complete state of bliss.
When I wake, we’ve landed and the bright sun shines in my eyes as I exit the plane.
“Where are we?” I ask.
“You’ll see.”
There’s a long black car waiting for us right outside the plane. We slide into the backseat and the driver takes off.
I glance out the window, wondering where in the world we are. Until I see Mount Vesuvius, the infamous volcano, off in the distance. I haven’t been here in years, but this is the city I was born in.
I spin around in my seat, facing Dean. “Are we in Italy?”
He nods, tapping away on his phone.
I can’t wait to wander around my beloved city with Dean, but there is a black shadow around here. The loss I will never recover from.
“Dean, what are we doing here?”
He smiles, his eyes glancing up from his phone to stare into mine with seriousness. “I’ve found a few people who are missing you really bad.”
My heart pounds and my eyes mist with tears. I say nothing for fear of getting my hopes up.
He can’t possibly mean my family, can he?
After another ten minutes, we pull up to a house I don’t recognize. Could my family be in there?
We exit the car, and Dean wraps an arm around my waist. “Ready?”
I gaze up at him. “For what?”
He laughs a little and moves toward the front door. He knocks on the orange wood, and an older woman answers.
