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“This isn’t the life I promised you.” I kiss her face all over, desperate to let her know I am here, so the madness can come to an end. “I’m so sorry, pussycat. They won’t come for you now. Talk to me. Tell me what’s hurt.”
Her lower lip quivers. “Take me home,” she begs. “Get me out of here!”
I lift her in my arms like a bride while Giovanni checks on Domani’s flesh wound. I know I’ve lost her, even though she is largely unharmed. She wants me to take her to her home, away from me.
I nod, swallowing my heartbreak. “I’ll take you to your apartment.”
Jessica shakes her head and then rests her cheek to my shoulder. “No. Your home. Take me there, where they can’t come for me ever again.”
And just like that, my heart is soaring. I walk with my woman in my arms out of the bloodbath and into the sun, toward the life I’d been convinced I could never have.
14
“Ican’t come again!” Jessica insists in a weepy voice.
I happen to know for a fact that’s not true, but I’m too hard to argue. “This is how you should always be,” I muse as I sit up between her legs, my chin glistening with her juices. Looking down on her curvy form, I know there is nothing I have ever done that is deserving of this sight. From head to toe, she is a living wet dream. Her skin is glowing, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Her voice is raw from screaming my name, as it should be.
“Are you always this way?” she asks me, staring up at my face as if she is convinced I must be a dream, when I am used to being a nightmare.
“Only for you, pussycat.” I want to be more controlled, but after delivering six orgasms, my cock is begging for just one.
My woman knows me. She motions for me to join her, so I wipe my sopping chin off on my bamboo sheets and climb up her body, sucking on her tits on my way up.
“When are you going to have sex with me?” she asks after two kisses. She rolls onto her side facing me, looping her leg over my hip to make it clear there will be no hesitation on her end.
I have imagined this scenario about a hundred different ways, each with its own twisted position that comes with perks and a dirty backstory. But after the day we’ve had, neither of us have the patience for staying apart a second longer.
Her lips are sweet, so I kiss them again, rolling her atop me so I can admire my treasure. “Fucking queen,” I marvel, staring up at her tits. Those delicious mounds deserve to be sculpted and put on display.
I want to shove myself inside of her. I want to pound into her until she screams for mercy.
But what happens is something entirely other. I slip easily into her because I’m not a goddamn selfish idiot who doesn’t consider his partner’s pleasure. I sit up with my shoulders propped against the headboard because if she moves a muscle, I’m going to lose my mind. I hold her in place, my queen straddling my lap while I suck on those fantastic tits. Every part of her is soft and fits perfectly in my mouth.
She mewls and twists, her insides clenching because my woman is always ready for me. When I can’t hold off anymore, I reach between us and thumb at that little button that revs her engine.
“Bruno, I’m…” Her hips jerk against mine, her head lolling back to give me better access to her breasts.
I bite and pinch while she rocks back and forth on my cock, taking as much pleasure as she gives.
“I knew you weren’t finished coming,” I tease her through bated breath. It’s an exercise in control when she vibrates around me, squeezing me closer to the edge I refuse to surrender to so easily.
But now that she’s come on my cock, bathing my length with her juices, I’m done being nice to her pussy.
A squeak pops from her lips as I tilt her backwards the moment her orgasm crests. Her back slams into the mattress, her legs falling farther open so I can really have some room to work.
Now it’s my turn to take it all without holding back. My rhythm has no tease to it, no torture to the string of pleasure. I slam my hips into hers, letting loose a guttural groan of gratitude because my woman can take it.
This is what I’ve needed. This is the exact feeling I want. Oh, that I could spend whole days buried deep in her warm center, my balls slapping against her ass while I drill myself into her over and over again.
“Oh! Bruno, it’s… Yes! So good! More!”
My woman doesn’t have to ask twice. I grip her hip with one hand, slamming myself into her with such force, I swear she goes cross-eyed.
“Mine!” I grunt, thrusting more violently as my fingers dig deep wells into her hip. “Say it!”
“I’m yours! No one else’s!” she promises. “So good!”
Maybe it’s childish, but I want her to come with me, even if she thinks she’s hit her limit for the day. I’m on the verge, but that’s nothing new. I’ve been on the edge of coming since I first saw my sexy little librarian in that ridiculous cat pajama.
