I’d earn every single goddamn squeal I could.
I only had a lifetime to collect them and that wasn’t long enough.
“Yes, yes, yes. Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god.” The litany was as panicked as the fluttering of her cunt around me.
And she came.
Like before, it was an about-face from what I expected.
She stilled. Turned to ice. Stopped breathing. Stopped talking. Stoppedeverything.
And it was my turn to panic.
Then, her eyes popped open.
And I saw it.
It.
A pleasure so brutal, so agonizing it pinned her in place, forced her muscles into submission as her cunt choked my cock so tightly that I saw stars with her.
But her pinnacle was there—proof in her very eyes.
And she held it.
And held it.
And held it.
Until she burst.
A squall came with it.
Drenching me and my pants.
The triumph I felt soared through me because the returning panic in her expression was worth it as she came and she came and she came.
I fucked her through it. Taking whatIneeded now, wanting to pump her full of my cum as I rubbed her clit harder, wider, sweeping circles that continued to feed the fury of her release.
“Chista è da me.” I grated out the words ‘you’re mine’ as I coated her cervix with my seed. Knowing that what I wanted was out of reach. For the moment, I couldn’t fill her with my baby. Fuckingyet. So I rumbled, “Sempri.”
Always.
And that wouldn’t be long enough.
THIRTY-SEVEN
KITTY
I knew I should be freaking out.
We hadn’t used a rubber.
I had no idea if he was clean.
I’d squirted without any help from a vibrator.
My sisters had probably heard the sex show after that argument we’d had.
