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A guttural moan escapes her lips as my teeth graze her nipple, my tongue circling the pink bud like my life depends on it.
“Elio,” she says my name so softly I’m not even sure if her mouth moves. “Just touch me already,” she whines, arching impatiently against my hips. I can’t make either of us wait any longer. Slowly, I bring my middle finger down and slide it gently over her folds.
She throws her head back. “Ahhh… yes. Keep going.” I slide my hands between her legs, positioning my fingers and thumb, this time gathering her wetness with my fingertip.
As I part her with two fingers, I rub her clit in small circles. She cries out against my lips as if she’s lost.
“Shhh…” I coo into her ears, pulling her up so that we’re face-to-face again. “We don’t want to wake him.”
I nuzzle against her, my lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing my way up to her earlobe. “Ooh…” she moans melodiously as I work my fingers inside the slick slit of her slippery pussy.
Aria squeezes her eyes shut, clamping her thighs against my wrist and snapping her hips up once, twice, three times before she freezes. All the muscles in her thighs, belly, and bottom tense and quiver, and I feel her contract against my fingers.
Before she can recover, I plunge my bulging, heavy cock inside her, pushing her leg aside so I can ease more of my significant length into her. Her melodic moans force me to pick up the pace as she arches, hungry for more, trying hard to fit all of me.
That’s my girl!
My hips dig deeper and harder into her, shafting her with long, quick strokes as my fingers tighten around her thigh.
So fucking delicious!
She slides her hands down over my back, slick with sweat, grasping my pumping buttocks.
“Fuck,” I mumble.
She moans, then arches her back to give me better access as my mouth swipes down again to suckle at her rock-solid nipples.
“Aria.” Her name slips past my mouth as her hips tremble, demanding more, craving the fullness of my cock inside her. The gesture makes a feral growl reverberate in my chest.
Her leg flexes against my back, urging me closer, her hands reaching up to cup my head, holding me still as I now slam into her hard and steady.
A soft, breathy exhalation leaves her as her moist palms move from my head to grip my bulky arms, eyes rolling back into her head, and hips trembling in convulsion.
I slide my cock out of her, meaning to turn her around, but there’s a wicked gleam in her eye. She pushes me off from her and in the twinkling of an eye, she’s somewhere in between my thighs, suckling on my balls.
Oh… Lord!
My back arches involuntarily, legs spreading to accommodate her hungry mouth. Her hands slide along my cock−now covered with her juices.
She glides her tongue up my cock, thrusting the tip in between her lips. My hand grips her hair and pulls it around my fingers while I dig into her wet mouth, shivering as my orgasm overtakes my entire being and I explode into her mouth, cum spilling all over her lips and face.
“I love you, Mr. Donatelli,” she says, delightfully licking my cum off her lips.
“I love you more, Princess.”
Pulling her into my arms, the scent of sweat and cum envelopes us as we fall back onto the bed.
I never believed a happy ending was in the cards for me. But life has rewritten my story in the most unpredictable way.
And now, against all odds, I stand at the threshold of something different from what I’ve known all my life:
A family.
A home.
And, at long last,love.
The End