Page 93 of A Taste Of Darkness

She nodded. “That is very much so, marito mio.” Sterlie shifted her hips, nudging her pussy closer to me again. “Now, if you could fuck me one more time, that’d be great.”

My heart smiled, and I didn’t even know that was possible. If only she knew what she was doing to me.

I reached for my dick, once again aligning it to her opening and sinking into her all at once. My free hand pressed down on her abdomen, feeling as I filled every inch of her with my cock.

She was so wet and warm, so perfect for me. I was longing for the day I could feel her without a condom, but that wasn’t any time soon.

I thrust into her again and again, chasing the high only she was ever able to give me. With her, it wasn’t just sex; it was more. It wasn’t just an orgasm; it was a bliss that overwhelmed each of my senses.

With her, I loved it.

“Why do you like it when I taste like you?” I demanded, rubbing my thumb over her clit while my other hand reached for her face, slightly squeezing her cheeks so she’d look into my eyes.

Sterlie met my thrusts, her moans filling my bedroom with sounds.

“Because…” She gasped as I hit her G-spot, clutching the bedding on both of her sides. “Because I like it when you’re mine.”

I fucked her harder, her cries growing louder. Hopefully, the neighbors weren’t home, though if they were, I didn’t care either. So let them hear how well fucked my girlfriend was—Woah there, girlfriend?

I covered her body with my own, brought my lips to hers, and kissed her roughly. Needy.

“Only yours, cuore mio.” She could gladly ruin the rest of my life if she wanted to. I’d fucking thank her for it.

Sterlie cupped my face as she kissed me back. Her legs wrapped around my hips, and though I slowed down my thrusts, sex had never felt better.

“Come for me, my love,” I begged; my lips brushed hers as I spoke, then reconnected like it was my given right to kiss her.

It took a couple more strokes until my name fell from her lips, and she crashed down. A rosy blush spread across her skin; her eyes closed as she came, pulling me right over the edge as well.

I collapsed on top of her, trying to catch my breath.

The longer we lay there, not moving a muscle, the clearer it got how exhausted Sterlie was. With every passing second, her breathing slowed and grew deeper as she fell asleep.

And the fact that she could fall asleep with me still on top of her meant surprisingly so much to me, no matter how ridiculous that might’ve sounded.

But before she could sleep, we had to get her all cleaned up.

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PARTING SHADOW

Milo Marucci

I looked at Sterlie and watched for a moment as she slept so peacefully.

“I love you so much, Sterlie Adams. So much that it hurts,” I whispered, knowing she wouldn’t hear it, and leaned down to press a kiss on her forehead before I stood up.

I adjusted my bulletproof vest, then walked over to my dresser to get a shirt that fit over it.

Everything inside of me wanted to stay with her, but I couldn’t. I promised to protect her, and until I solved the issues with my family, she was never going to be safe.

If sacrificing myself meant she was going to be okay, then so be it.

Glancing back at her one last time, a heavy sigh escaped my lungs, but no matter what, I knew I had to leave.

Quietly, I snuck out of my bedroom and closed the door so slowly that it barely made a sound. The last thing I wanted was for her to wake up and know that I had to leave, and likely wouldn’t come back.

Arlo and Dahlia sat in the living room, waiting for me.

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