Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
I’ve never felt anything like this. I groan and lean down, biting her neck, fucking her even harder. The mattress makes whining noises as I hammer her. She screams in my ear, then bites down.
“This place is soundproofed,” I tell her. “I would never let anybody else hear you like that.”
She keeps yelling out loud moans of pleasure when I go into overdrive. My hips move fast. Fuck, fuck. She’s tight and wet, and she’s taking everything, more than I ever thought my pinup princess would be able to.
I lean forward and grab her tits, pressing them together.
“Fuck, I want that ass,” I groan.
“You want to see it, or…”
“Or?” I smirk, raising an eyebrow. “It’s your first time. I want to bend you over, pound your tight slit. Make your ass bounce for me.”
“Dante,” she whispers, nodding. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
I slip out of her, the tip of my dick pulsing, almost like my body is pissed. When I flip her over, I almost splurge all over her back and her ass. A film of wetness opens when she bends over, and her hot pink pussy winks at me. I growl and grab her hip, then slide my dick into her.
I glide right in, so smooth, so hot, so easy. She whimpers and looks over her shoulder, pushing her ass against my abs. Leaning forward, I take my woman hard, pounding into her, making her ass bounce against me. Fuck. I’m on fire, burning for her. Nothing else matters.
“Mia,” I gasp. “Oh, fuck. Mia.”
“Yeah,” she moans. “Oh, Dante. Yeah. Yeah. For me. For us…”
I look down as more white cream spills from her and all over my dick. That’s it for me. It’s almost like I blackout again, but I force myself to stay in the moment. I’m emptying inside of her, hot come shooting up my dick. I’ve never been harder than this. I’m on fire with my need for her, my certainty.
After, I roll away, gasping. She sits up on her elbows, looking down at me, her eyes registering panic. I know what she’s suddenly thinking—the condom or lack of one. She glances down at my body as if to confirm my point.
Then she just sighs. “I think I should get back, right? So Colt and Lexi don’t know I left?”
I sigh. “Yeah, probably, but Mia—”
“Let’s not,” she says sharply. “I don’t want to ruin this. Anything about it.” She leans down, bringing her lips to mine. “It was me. It was you. Nothing and nobody else, okay? That’s all that matters.”
CHAPTER 25
Mia
The next morning, I sit up, sleep already trying to tug me back down. My body feels sore in the best possible way. I never dreamed the morning-after soreness would feel good, but it does. We didn’t use protection. There was a moment after the sex when I could tell he was thinking about it.
But I don’t want to. There’s this warm, confusing tingle inside me, and that’s all I need.
Morning, I text my man. Last night was a forever sort of night, wasn’t it?
I go into the en suite and take a shower. My thoughts wash over last night, to the restaurant, to the darkness in his voice when he told me about what he does. He’ll keep his secret from the Family, maybe even from his ma, but never from me.
Then I think about the text I just sent. I said a forever night. Why would I do that after all the perfection we shared? Why would I bring the F-word into it?
When I get back into the bedroom and don’t find a reply, I’ve got to admit, I’m more pissed than I should be. I quickly write another text.
I didn’t mean forever like that, BTW. I just meant that we’ll remember it forever.
That sounds so lame and false, but I’ve already sent it now. Whatever. We bonded deeply last night, and nobody can take that away from us. After getting dressed, I head into the kitchen to find Lexi frying some bacon. Colt sits at the table, a black coffee steaming in front of him, David in his arms.
“Morning,” Lexi says, smiling over at me. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah, it was—”
Colt’s cell phone ringing cuts me off.
“I’ve got to take this,” he says.
“Do you mind, Mia?” Lexi says, a frying pan in one hand and a spatula in the other.
“Uh, sure,” I say.
When I take David, he makes the cutest cooing noise, blinking up at me. I think he’s going to start crying again for a sec, but then he settles down, like he’s chilled out a lot more than last time. Something deep in me glows and tingles. What if…
Dante said what-ifs come true, but he said it like only the bad ones. The good ones can happen, too.