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But I also know what this life does to people, and I owe her more than this. Than being selfish.
“You’ll bear my last name one day. Take over the world with me.” Lowering my body against hers, I keep her face down while positioning my cock at her entrance. Her skin is soft, and I shiver at the first contact; she’s my heaven. There’s also a hint of awareness in her, a small arch to her back and a pucker of those plump lips, but she’s not fully awake and resettles. Nevertheless, when she’s like this, all warm and vulnerable—this is when I lower my own guard. Love her the way I’ll fight to make our future. “But not yet, sweetheart. Just give me a little time.”
“Time?” Voice low and groggy.
Ignoring her question, I rub the engorged head of my dick against her opening, just letting her feel me. Letting her wetness coat, kiss my flesh. “You’re so wet, bebe.”
“Always for you.” There’s a hint of a whine when I slip the head inside and pull out. Once. Twice. Three times. “You’re mean.”
“And you love it.”
Amberlyn smiles at that, eyes shifting toward the alarm clock, but stops when I nip her shoulder. She doesn’t deny it. Me. “What time is it, papi?”
“Too early for you to be awake.”
“But I need you.” Those four words and her pout destroy any self-control I have left. Her body shivers beneath me when I grip her hips, pinning her against the mattress, but it’s her face I focus on when I thrust inside. One smooth stroke and I’m nestled deep within her warmth while a peaceful smile graces her mouth. Beautiful. “I’ve missed you.”
“Fuck.”
“I know.” That curl of her lips stretches right before she bites down on the plump flesh and I watch the shift, memorize each sigh and whimper as if it were a slow reel—a private movie just for me. Time slows down as I take her body, never pausing the pump of my hips, fucking her hard and rough, yet all I can focus on is her pleasure.
On making sure she can feel me for days after. Craves me when I’m not here.
I’ll never accept her loving someone else. Wait for me.
“You’re my perfection, bebe,” I hiss out after she clenches, her walls gripping me so fucking tight. Her wetness coats me, the sweet nectar grazing my balls and upper thighs and spreading more with each piston of my hips, the drops making a mess of her too. Amberlyn tries to move, to meet my thrusts, but my weight doesn’t allow it. I’m in control of her pleasure. “So wet and tight just for me.”
“Papi, I—”
“Tell me, Sirenita.” I slam in deep and hold still, just giving her small flexes of my cock. “Tell your papi what you need.”
But I know what she’s missing. What she always craves.
“You. Always you.”
Three words now sit on the tip of my tongue. Everything within me demands that I tell her, but I bite them back. The day I say them, I’ll be hers. Can’t have it any other way, and that can’t happen until I settle my responsibility to our family.
Thiago gave up so much for us, and now it’s my turn.
I need to eradicate any threat to her happiness.
One day, baby girl. I promise. “Good girl,” I say instead and pull out slowly, dragging my thickness against her pulsing walls. The cool air of the room greets my slick cock. My balls feel heavy, but I’m focused on the way she trembles in anticipation.
And I let her while kneeling behind her. For a few minutes we stay like this.
No contact. No relief.
But it doesn’t last long; I can’t help myself and unconsciously start running my fingertips up the back of her legs, taking my time while following the path to her asscheeks. Her hips gyrate against the bed, a sweet offering, but still once I grip them tightly again.
With both hands I pull her up and onto all fours, her holes clenching—searching for my dick. Motherfuck, she’s a work of art. So mine. My hand comes down over her right cheek and then left, a little harder than I intend, but she responds with a moan and a wiggle of her hips. I smirk at the sight. At the pink highlight of my palm on her flesh before slamming back in.
I don’t pause or slow down or so much as breathe while fucking in deep and pulling out, riding her hard and fast like she craves. Because this is what we live for. What we both need.
It’s a clawing need that tears us apart and then rebuilds the pieces into one being. One heart.
The slap of our skin is loud inside her room, obscene, but not enough.
I need more.
