Page 72 of Heartless Union

I pull my tongue out of her and press it against her clit. With just a few more rubs, Lara is coming. Her body shudders and trembles.

I continue to use my mouth on her while she rides out her orgasm. Once she’s done, I sit up.

Lara pushes my pants and underwear down, and I line my cock up to her entrance.

Keeping my eyes locked with hers, I grab her hips and thrust into her. The moan that escapes her makes my cock rock solid.

This time, I’m not gentle. I can tell Lara wants to be fucked good. She wants to forget for a moment, and I’ll help her with that.

I grab her legs and raise them up to my shoulders, then fuck her like I’ve always wanted to. No holding back.

Lara drops her head back, her eyes closing halfway. I grip her legs tighter as I thrust into her. Her inner walls clench hard onto my cock, and I almost let go right then and there.

But I hold on. I want to make this moment last as long as possible.

She meets my gaze and doesn’t look away once. The nervous, scared little Lara I first met is gone. This is a woman who’s been through a lot in the short time we’ve known each other. Too much if you ask me.

But it’s made her less afraid of me. In fact, it’s made us closer.

I let go of her legs and wrap them around my waist as I lean back over her. My hands grip her breasts and pleasure them through the fabric of her dress. Lara kisses me like she’s running out of air, and I’m the only way she’ll survive.

I growl against her lips as I grind my hips against hers. My cock sinks even deeper inside of her.

Lara wraps her arms around my back and draws me closer. Soft moans escape her as we kiss.

I shift my hips around, thrusting into her. With every thrust, she clenches her inner walls even tighter around my cock.

“Lara,” I say against her lips. “Fuck.” I can’t hold back any longer.

I let my release go. Lara cries out as she follows, her second orgasm hitting her. We come together, clinging to each other.

I don’t let go of her, even after our bodies have stopped trembling.

Lara stares up at me before kissing me so gently. When she pulls back, all she says is, “Thank you.”

I pull out of her and fix my pants. Lara slips her underwear back on, then pushes her dress down. We just shared an intense moment, and just like that, it’s over.

I want to reach out for her and tell her what I’m feeling, but I don’t even know exactly what I’m feeling.

She curls into a ball and rolls onto her side away from me. I reach out my hand to touch her when my phone rings. I have no choice but to pull away from her.

I answer the call. “Hello?”

“Did you miss me?” Massimo’s voice filters through the phone. He sounds more tired and weak than ever before, but he’s alive.

“Are you ok?”

“I’m right as rain. Doc fixed me right up. I’m sore as fuck, but I’ll live.”

“Good, good.” I pause, looking over at Lara. She’s not facing me, but I can see the tension filling her body. She’s listening to every word I say. “How’s Nico?”

Massimo doesn’t answer right away, and I know what that means. “He didn’t … make it. The doc was short staffed and could only focus on one of us at a time. He was still alive by the time the doc got to him, but he was too weak.”

“Ok. Tell Johnson to keep him there at least until all this blows over. You and Emilio need to leave soon before Carlo finds you there.”

“Already on it.”

“I’m glad you’re ok, Massimo.”

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