Page 67 of Hidden While In Sight

He forced his body to loosen beneath her instead.

“Talk to me, mami,” he begged, hating the struggle on her face, as if she was trying to make it blank. He traced his thumb over her lip. “You wanna stop?”

The slightest shake of her head only inflamed him further. Her arms shook as she braced herself on his chest, lifting her torso and rocking him even deeper inside her. Her mouth parted as she repeated the slight movement, making him groan and almost come.

She stilled again at his sounds, her eyes wide and locked on his. “I don’t know what to do,” she confessed, her uncertainty shifting into her trembling arms.

Hannah had never ridden a cock before. The thought nearly ended him on the spot.

He gritted his teeth again, hard and buried inside her, feeling it all the way to his balls.

“Do whatever feels good,” he managed to croak, his hands moving to her hips out of desperation. He shifted her back and forth, watching her face flush with pleasure. “Like this.” Then he lifted her, the air swirling around the inches of his exposed, slickened cock, before he let her weight impale her fully again, his hips lifting into her cunt as he choked out, “Fuck,” and tried like hell not to fill her with his cum. “Or that,” he gasped, his fingers digging into her hip a little too hard as he tried to breathe through it.

Her hands pushed down on his chest as she lifted herself, and he looked down his body to where they were connected, watching the wet inches of his hard, veined cock appear and then becoming lightheaded when it disappeared inside her again.

She was the one to moan this time, already lifting, and he used his grip to help, urging her pace faster as the muscles in his lower back tightened more and more. She wasn’t close enough. He knew she wasn’t close enough, but he sealed her down onto his cock and fucked up into her, crying out as he came deep inside her.

She was panting above him, her pupils still blown wide as she continued rocking against him. A whine slipped from her throat as she felt every pulse of his cum.

Diego’s head flopped back as the orgasm depleted the tension from his body. His hand moved to finger her clit, rubbing over it in tight circles.

Hannah made a choking sound that locked in her throat as she rocked against him harder, leaking some of the cum he’d shot inside her with every move of her hips.

“Come for me, mami,” he mumbled, finding her so fucking beautiful as she continued to work herself on him. “Let your pussy suck up every drop when you come.” He switched from circling to a firmer stroke, fast and deliberate, and was rewarded when her walls clutched around his spent cock. Longer, softer strokes drew out her orgasm until she whimpered and collapsed on top of him, trapping his hand between their sweat-soaked bodies.

He rubbed his face against her hair, where it clung to her temples, and his lips found her ear.

“You were so fucking sexy, taking my cock like that,” he breathed, more moisture leaking around his softened cock as she shuddered. “Tell me you liked riding me, Hannah.”

Her face pressed into his neck as her limp arms wrapped around him the best they could.

“I liked it,” she admitted in a muffled mumble.

He nuzzled her as their breathing began to slow and drowsiness returned.

Past the bedroom door came the muffled sound of children’s voices.

Hannah tensed, and he groaned, still inside her.

“Sounds like they’re up,” he said, lifting her so he could slip out, so fucking happy at the mess clinging to them both. “Let’s clean you up.” He jostled her up into his arms and groaned at the feel of her wet cunt against his stomach as she clung to him all the way to the shower.

Chapter 28

Hannah’s sexuality slowly built over the next few days. When Diego caught her looking at him with heat in her eyes over the kitchen island, it stirred him up right there at the stove. His smile made her flush and turn away, which was adorable as hell.

They didn’t fuck every night, but he took to going to bed every night after only a couple of hours to confirm the monitors remained empty. He got more sleep than ever while holding Hannah in his arms.

She was horniest in the mornings, waking him with her exploring hands and mouth more often than not. He enjoyed it, even if she was embarrassed afterward if they hadn’t finished before the kids woke up.

Connor asked to work in the garage again, and Diego made time for him each afternoon. He felt proud when the normally silent boy babbled in excitement over the tools.

Ramiro called to complain about his lack of progress, but Diego didn’t give a shit about the job and told him so, only to receive a laugh in return and the accusation that he was pussy whipped.

That was true enough, but it wasn’t just Hannah wrapping him up in emotions.

Diego had never had a family before, had never thought he’d be good at it, but the way the three of them came to life made that a lie. He was damn good at taking care of them.

He was better than Hannah at reading a story before bed. Too good, he found, when Connor didn’t look sleepy at all, but asked for another.

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