Because there is something dangerously exciting about feeling Gio’s seed flooding inside me.
And just like that, I’m on the brink of coming again.
27
GIO
The building itself could come crumbling down around us and I wouldn’t care.
Knowing she’s so swept up in the moment, she doesn’t hesitate when I tell her we’re having unprotected sex—God, it turns me on.
The feeling of being inside her raw—bare skin meeting warm, wet arousal and the cum from her first orgasm—brings to life an animal kind of instinct in me.
I want to claim her, possess her, mark her in a way so permanent that everyone will know she belongs to me.
And as I thrust inside her tight, glorious pussy, the thought of seeing her belly swollen and glowing with the aftermath of this moment nearly sends me over the edge.
It’s going to take every ounce of discipline I possess to pull out. But for Stephanie, I would do anything.
She’s the only thing that matters, and the fact that she didn’t kick me out of her store when she learned the truth has to meansomething. If she’s going to give me another chance, I won’t squander it.
Lifting her up off the counter, I turn, stepping forward until her back meets the wall.
Stephanie gasps, clenching around me as we rock together, my hips plunging up to fill her as she grinds against me.
And as we make passionate love, it feels so incredibly right to be with her—the real her.
This is the woman I fell in love with ten years ago.
I can feel it in every touch, every kiss.
The weight of our connection settles over us like a blanket, warm and welcoming and familiar.
We’ve had sex more times than I can count since she waltzed back into my life. But today is different.
This, now, is the unfettered devotion of two people who were ripped apart and have only just returned to one another after an eternity apart.
Stephanie’s fingers tangle in my hair, her lips devouring mine as I hold her close and drive into her at the same time.
I can feel her tightening around me, the pulse of her body that tells me she’s close, and it’s agonizing to try delaying my release as I drive inside her, unable to hold back.
“I’m gonna come,” I rasp, tension prickling at the base of my spine.
“Oh, God, don’t stop,” she moans. “Please, Gio.”
“Stephanie.” I growl a warning, my cock so hard it’s painful as I slide in and out of her gloriously wet pussy.
She gasps, her heels digging into my back as her body tenses—then bursts to life around me, her clit fluttering against the base of my shaft, her walls rippling along my length.
I groan, trying to pull out, but her legs are too tight around me.
“I’m coming,” I breathe, but she doesn’t release me, and the silent communication is all it takes.
Slamming inside her to the hilt, I come hard, burst after burst flooding her channel.
With a groan, I drop my head against the wall by her ear, and we pant, our breaths mingling as we finish together.
Stephanie quivers in my arms, and slowly, I slide out of her as I ease her back onto her feet.
