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She comes again, hard and fast, her muscles clenching around me.
I try to hold back, but I slam her down on my cock as hard as possible, roaring another release.
“Ari, I can’t. It’s too much. I can’t,” she gasps, sagging against the bed.
I turn her to her side and settled behind her, our come leaking down her thighs and making a mess. My rock-hard cock fills her again and I shiver from the sensitivity, but the extraordinary cushion of her cunt feels so good. My chin rests against her shoulder and I whisper into her ear. “I’m never going to leave this body tonight. I’m going to fill you over and over until you can’t physically take anymore.” I kiss her shoulder, the weight of her breast fitting perfectly in my hand.
She turns her head, meeting my lips in a messy kiss and her arm reaches back so she can touch me. “I don’t ever want you to leave.”
Oh, I’m never going anywhere.
And neither is she.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Rosie
I gasp awake and when my eyes open, I see Ari above me, his hair a mess from a restless night’s sleep because we were up all night doing this.
“I’m sorry, Tesoro,” he says, before tilting his head back to expose his thick throat. His muscles are tense and the tendons in his neck are tense. “I had to have you again. I had to feel you.”
“Don’t apologize.” I stretch my arms, drifting my hands down his muscular chest.
The wounds on his shoulder are better, but still irritated, but he doesn’t seem to care. My eyes rake down his chest, his abs tensing with every flex of his hips, and the Adonis belt traveling down to his cock sends a wave of desire drowning any sleep that was hanging on.
This man is gorgeous, and I can’t believe he is mine.
“How is it you feel better every time?” he mumbles, sounding half-drunk or in a trance. “Every fucking time.” He flips us until he is on his back and I’m looking down at him.
He’s usually the one in control.
I don’t want to disappoint him. He must sense my nerves because the grip, the need on me lessons, and my hips miss the rough hold already.
He springs one of my curls, smiling softly at me, and traces my jaw, the ghost of his touch breezing down my neck. Ari hums with a small nod, tracing my collarbone next, then traveling down my arm, back up, then turning his hand until his knuckles rub down the middle of my chest.
It’s the way he’s touching me, like he is memorizing every line by body has created, and the way he takes me in has me relaxing.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises, noticing when the worry of disappointing him fades. “You look so amazing on top of me, Tesoro. You’re beautiful.”
And he makes me feel it. His eyes are searing into me as if he can’t get enough of just…looking at me.
He palms my tits, something I’ve noticed he really loves to do.
“I just…want you to feel good,” I explain, placing my hands on his chest for leverage.
“You always make me feel good. You could stay like this forever, atop of me, unmoving, and I swear, I’d still feel you in my bones,” he says, owning another piece of my heart.
Ari is romantic as much as he is possessive. It’s hard not to love him, but I can’t go there yet. I can’t love him. It’s too soon, but the emotions I’m having are big and fast. If he told me tomorrow he wanted to end our agreement, I’d put on a brave face and give him what he wants.
It’s when I’d be alone I’d miss. It’s when I’d be alone I’d feel his absence and I’d break.
He holds onto my hips again, his thumbs pressing against the crease of my groin. Ari pushes me back, then pulls me forward and I gasp when my clit rubs against his pelvis.
“Oh fuck,” his eyes close. “Maybe having you on top isn’t a good idea.”
“If it has that look on your face, it’s a great idea.” I smirk, rolling my hips. I push back and thrust forward, moaning when he hits that spot inside me.
Gaining confidence, I move faster, digging my fingers into his pecs while I use his body to support my weight and quicken my pace.
