Page 62 of Ruthless Passion


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“Fuck, baby, do that again,” I urge, loving the way she’s taking every fucking inch of me and still wanting more.

Her hands tighten on my shoulders, and with flushed cheeks, she throws her head back, gives in to the pleasure, and rides me, doing whatever feels right for her. Fuck, it feels amazing.

“Fuck, beautiful,” I grunt as she slams down on my cock. I need her to up the pace a little more. If she doesn’t, I’m going to explode inside of her, and I need her to come first.

“Yes,” she hisses as she continues to move. “Oh, Dario,” she whimpers. “I’m so close.”

I slide my hands down to her hips, my fingers sinking into her flesh as I thrust up into her, knowing that with a few deep, brutal thrusts, she’s going to be crying out her release.

“Yes,” she cries out, not once stopping as she fucks me as hard as I’m fucking her. She’s got her rhythm going. Every time I bottom out inside her, she grinds down even harder, her pubic bone bumping against my own. “So close,” she murmurs. “Dario, I’m so, so close.”

She’s pleading with me. She needs help getting there. I’m not the type of man to leave her wanting for anything.

I grit my teeth and hammer into her, my strokes heavy and painful, my cock about ready to burst, but not before her. Fuck no. I dig my fingers deeper into the flesh at her hips and hammer into her like a madman. She’s taking every brutal stroke that I give her.

“Yes—" she cries as her body tightens. Her eyes close, and she detonates, her pussy walls contracting around my thick cock. She releases a strangled cry as she comes.

I thrust into her again, and again, and again. My spine tingles, and my balls tighten. There’s no holding back. I thrust deep inside of her and spill my cum into her pussy.

“Christ,” I grunt. “Fuck, baby,” I growl as I hold her to me, needing to keep her close. Her head lolls forward and she rests it on my shoulder. “Nothing better than you, Portia.”

“God, Dario, do not make me cry,” she hisses.

I chuckle lightly. “You’ve got to know, Portia, you’re not the only one who’s falling.”

She raises her head, her eyes brimming with tears. “Yeah?”

I give her my sexy grin. “Yeah,” I say, knowing that if I told her I was already gone, I’d run the risk of scaring her off, and that’s not going to happen.

I hold her in my arms, my semi-hard cock still inside of her warm pussy. I’m in no rush to let her go, not after finally having her right where I’ve wanted her for the past six months.

“Tomorrow,” I say a while later, “I’m going to call my brothers.”

She releases a sigh. “What you mean to tell me is that I’m going to have both of your brothers and their wives descend on my apartment, right?” she says with a raised brow. “Not that I don’t love, Teagan, because I do, but she’s going to flip out when she finds out what’s going on,” she adds quickly.

I run my hand along her spine, loving the way she shivers at my touch. “First of all, I have my own home here in Missouri—our home. Not only do I have that, but I own more apartment complexes than I know what to do with. They can stay there.”

Her eyes are wide. “You bought us a house?” she asks, her words barely above a whisper.

“The fuck do you think we’re doing here, baby? I always knew you were mine, and I’m not losing you, so yes, I purchased a home with the knowledge I was going to do everything in my power to win you back and hopefully have you move in with me.”

She gives me a blinding smile. “Smooth, Dario. Real smooth.”

I wink at her. “Yep. You can see it tomorrow. Right now, the food should be here any minute. Once it arrives, we’re going to shower.”

Her face lights up and she breathes in a ragged breath. “By shower, you mean…?”

“Get clean, baby. You’ve got my cum leaking out of your pussy,” I tell her, and watch disappointment shift through her eyes. “Although, that’s not to say we won’t be getting even dirtier,” I say with a smirk.

“Now that’s a plan I can get on board with.” She laughs as she presses a quick kiss on my lips.

I’m a lucky motherfucker. I’m so fucking relieved we’re here, together. I couldn’t imagine my life without her. The past six months have been hellish, and it’s my own fault for letting my jealousy get the best of me. Not anymore. She’s mine, and I’m content knowing no one else will have her, no matter how much they flirt.

TWENTY-FIVE

PORTIA

I’m a bundle of nerves. I didn’t think I would be, especially as Dario has been assuring me that everything will be fine, but I have a feeling the shit could hit the fan.

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