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“See, you love my cock. Don’t you, baby?”

I nod. “It feels good. I can take more.”

He gives it to me, surging deeper.

“Yes, yes.” I send my hand into my pussy.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous in your greed for your orgasm.” He chuckles.

“More, I need more,” I beg him.

Oh god, he thrusts deep. My whole body screams at the feel of him buried inside me. His hand is around my throat as he kisses me until the world is spinning.

Slow, he begins moving in and then out. So slow. Only a few inches out before he surges back inside. Too slow. He’s moving too slowly.

Except I can’t say it. I can’t beg for more. His mouth is still on mine—his tongue fucking me the same way his cock is.

Tearing my mouth from his is agony. The air racing into my desperate lungs the only reason I dared.

With a growl, Matteo grips my hips. The leash he kept on his control is gone. He’s fucking me like a man possessed. Harder, faster, I plead, and he gives me it all.

There is no slow build to my orgasm. I’m reaching for it, it’s so far out of my reach I’m sobbing for it. Then I inhale, and it hits me with the force of a runaway freight train straight to my chest. The world goes black, and I tumble into the dark.

Only for a growl against my neck to pull me back seconds before he comes inside me. The boiling, wet heat sizzles up my spine, shooting sparks so brightly for a moment that it turns the world into the surface of the sun.

With Matteo buried inside me the way he knows I love and his arms holding me tightly, we drift. I’m not afraid of getting swept out into an endless ocean. His arms are my home wherever we drift.

CHAPTER 30

Matteo

Layla is so happy on the back of the pony that I wonder if she’s going to explode from it.

“Dada, no up.” She clings to the saddle.

I sigh. She’s not able to hold herself up. And my back is aching.

“I’ve got her, Dada.” Amy’s hand is at my back.

“You sure?”

“Go on.” She urges me.

Dropping a kiss on her cheek, I straighten and head for the deck.

Rafe has Stella in his lap. I sink into the chair beside him.

“You’re getting old.” He chuckles.

“Shut up. She’s had me bent over that pony for almost an hour.” I defend myself.

Javi appears with Joaquin, who still looks mad he’s awake. “He’s been sleeping all day. I had to wake him up. I’m not trying to have Hope up all night. He’s got his days and nights confused.”

I shake my head. “Sleep training not going well?”

“Nope, this kid can sleep whenever the hell he wants. He just only wants to from noon to eight.” He sighs. “Where did Abuelo go?”

I’m tense at the question. “I don’t know. He was here a minute ago.”

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