Page 68 of The Billionaire's Pact

I felt so full with him inside me. I panicked. I clenched my jaw and lifted my hips, and that’s when I realized he wasn’t all in. Oh my goodness.

Rocco paused to kiss me deeply, his hand moving between our bodies to stroke my clit. I writhed. “Ohh Christ.”

“Mmm, yes. Adelina,” he murmured. His body tightened as he pulled out to the tip, then pushed back in. I sank into the bed and moaned; it felt good.

My body eased, and I arched as he started fucking me. I gripped his ass as he changed his drives from gentle to hard, and my mouth gaped open as I puffed in air, pleasure spiking with every pump.

“You’re killing me with this tight cunt. Fuck, I’m gonna come hard.” He was deeper inside me, and his hips ground against mine,

“Oh, my…oh Rocco.” My voice was a moan, a prayer of reverence. His cock thrust in, and he had me enraptured with the hard drives of his plunges inside me.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he said between heavy breaths. I could feel my body climb with another orgasm coming. My nails dug into his back. Don’t stop.

We were covered in sweat. The sound of our breathing and slick bodies was all I could hear. I felt my body tighten and clench. I cried out; his thrust was sharper, hitting the spot inside me over and over. I yelled as I came, the incredible sensation flooding my body. He moved inside me faster and moaned, his cock flexed and throbbed. Rocco shuddered hard above me as he came. My body vibrated. I panted, moving my hands to wrap them around him. We stayed together, our hearts pounding for a while. Then, he rolled onto his back and panted.

“Wow, that was wow,” I rasped.

He let out a chuckle between breaths. “I share your sentiment.”

Every muscle in my body felt overused, and it took Rocco to move me on top of him. He held me, and for some reason, I choked up, tears falling from my eyes. Maybe it was because I had to guard myself and suppress my feelings all my life. Rocco ripped them all away. He held me, rubbing my back as he whispered soft, soothing words about how sweet and beautiful I was while gently pressing kisses on my forehead.

After I calmed, Rocco left the bed, and I lay there thinking, was I different?

Then he returned, lifted me up, and took me to the bathroom, placing me in a bath. I could feel discomfort, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I couldn’t believe how exhausted I felt. But he was so gentle with the sponge as he moved it over my skin. “You’re treating me like I’m fragile.”

He grinned, scooped a bubble, and placed it on the end of my nose. “You’re not fragile, but it’s special. Your first time.”

“It was special,” I whispered.

There was a new intimacy there. He touched me all over, even between my thighs. I thought I’d be mortified, but I could honestly say I was happy to have him take care of me.

Rocco dried me off, then held out a robe for me to put on. I didn’t leave the bathroom.

Instead, I sat and watched him get into the walk-in shower. The spray dripped over his firm, muscular frame as he washed his hands over his body. I flexed my hands. The desire to touch every part of him was such a strong, visceral pull.

When he emerged, his eyes flashed in surprise when he saw me still sitting there.

“I was curious,” I whispered and lifted my shoulder.

“It’s fine, Adelina. I’m curious about you, too.”

I stopped and searched the vanity for a couple of aspirin before returning to the bedroom. The bed was made, and Rocco was typing on his phone.

He looked up and said, “We’ll get birth control tomorrow.”

“We will?” I couldn’t keep the surprise from my voice.

“Yes. The only baby I want right now is you,” he said in a light tone.

I turned to face away from him, unsure what he may read in my expression. Birth control? I can’t do that. Can I?

I needed the baby, but did I so soon? We weren’t married yet, but my family expected me to have a baby. But what did I want right now?

“Adelina are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes, uhm. I’m fine.” I put on a smile, and climbed on the bed. He spooned me from behind and stroked my neck with his fingertips and lips. “How do you feel?”

“Sleepy,” I whispered.

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