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When I don't think I can take any more, he shifts and angles deeper. Groaning, I drop my head and shudder. I know I’m going to scream. Nothing’s going to stop me. Fire is building in my veins and has to have a release.
“I swear, my little Sprite, you’re so hot and tight. Choking my cock. I’m not going to last long. But I promise, next time, I’ll keep you up all night long.”
I pant, trying to catch my breath. “I’m close—”
“Come for me, beautiful. Come hard.” His arm tightens around me, pulling me harder back against his thrusts. My world starts to dim. Only the place where he’s deep inside of me is in focus. My whole being narrows down to those few inches of space.
It’s so good. So beautiful. So powerful. The pleasure so all-consuming that tears leak from my eyes. “Scotch. Oh, yessss!”
Growling like a wild animal, he thrusts fast and hard and drives right through my release. I don’t even have time to form a scream, I’m so engulfed in ecstasy that my vision blinks black.
His slick chest presses against my back. His heat surrounds me, shattering my heart into a million fragments of light.
Through gritted teeth, he mutters, “Oh, Simona, fuck. Yes!”
I’m weak with pleasure when he lowers us down to the floor, pulling me down to sit on his folded thighs. His breath is rough against my neck, his heart pounding against my back as we both fight to get our control.
When he starts laughing, it surprises me.
“Holy hell, woman. Your tight little kitten nearly choked my dick to death.”
I can’t even think of a reply or contain the laughter that starts somewhere in my womb.
When I catch my breath, I say, “Well, if your goal was for me to feel you for a week, then I think you’ve succeeded. How big is that thing, anyway?”
He laughs softly against my shoulder. “Enough.” He wraps me in his arms, cocooning me in his strength. “We’re both officially certifiable.”
“I guess that’s better than one of us.”
He cups my lower tummy with his hand, then slides his fingers down between my swollen folds where our bodies are still joined. “You did it. How could I resist this? When I walked in on you naked, I knew it was useless to fight my urges anymore. You won.”
A sound comes from the living room. He groans. “I need to get up. We might have to move out soon, and you’re definitely not wearing that bikini. At least for anyone else to see.”
When I rise up, letting him slide out, his milky semen coats my thigh. It’s one of those things that startles you even though it shouldn’t.
I was fully aware he wasn’t covered. But only twice have I had sex without a condom. My first time, and this. For some reason, I wanted Scotch skin to skin with me. No barriers. No pretenses.
He sees where I’m looking and traces his finger through the moisture. “Fuck if that isn’t sexy, seeing my seed all over you.”
I’m breathless, frozen for a few seconds as my heart pounds. “I… I should get cleaned up.”
Scotch stands, offers his hand. “Let me help you.”
I let him pull me up. “I’m okay. I’d prefer to, you know, clean up on my own.”
His dark brown eyes are serious as he stares down at me. “Of course. I’m going to leave to get some clothing and food for you.”
I reach for the wall and half stumble toward the bathroom. I hold up a hand when he reaches for me. “I’m fine. I just had to get my balance. I promise.”
With a clenched jaw, he watches me. “Andre’s here. Just yell for him if you need anything. I mean anything.”
I nod and close myself into the bathroom where I can try to get my head back on straight in private.
Because lord knows, I’m not in any place to face the man. The clock is ticking down fast to meltdown mode.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Watching Simona close that bathroom door is about as rough as getting kicked in the gut.