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I kneel between her thighs, feeling the wetness she can no longer hide. "You're driving me wild, baby." I hold the head of my cock against her entrance and thrust into heaven.

My neck strains as I arch into her, pushing as deep as I can. I clench my ass, grinding deep, feeling her pussy clinging to me. Gemma wraps her legs around my hips and digs her fingernails into the cheeks of my ass. I love every second of it.

"I need to move," she whispers, almost choking me as her pussy squeezes hard. My eyes roll and I get tingles in my belly.

One minute later I'm trying to hold myself still, so I don't come, and the next my eyes are wide open as Gemma climaxes, triggering my own. I capture her mouth as she convulses in my arms. There is no pleasure like it as I pour cum into her.

She grips my cock so fucking hard that my eyes cross with the last spill of cum.

I'm destroyed. I catch myself before I collapse on her. I fall onto my back and pull her to me. We're both panting and sweating. Gemma wraps her arms around me, holding me close as we catch our breath together. The room is filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and the smell of sex lingering in the air.

"Let's keep tonight's sex to ourselves," I murmur.

She pokes me in the side. "You better keep our sex life out of conversation."

"As long as I'm still allowed to have sex, I agree."

She moans. "That was hot. I felt every inch of you. I got too excited. I couldn't last."

"You don't hear me complaining. This nipple piercing gets me off every time. It drives me crazy. All I have to do is think about it and I'm sporting wood."

"Hmm, I really love you, Dario," she adds quietly.

The emotion in her voice gets to me and I swallow hard before I say, "You belong to me.”

"I agree, just like you belong to me." I'm hers.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

GEMMA

When I wake,I decide no more. My father can go to hell. I'm struggling to accept that it was him all along. My own father. He wasn't much of one. Enough is enough! I have a sexy man sleeping besides me.

Sometime during the night, I turned over and slept on my stomach, while Dario is fast asleep on his back. Arms and legs spread, looking good enough to eat.

With that thought, my eyes drift down to his semi-hard cock. I've never seen a guy shave his groin before. Dario's skin is smooth and soft to the touch. His whole package is impressive, so much so that I'm surprised he's never hurt me with his size.

The silver piercing glistens at me the more I stare. Unable to help myself, I reach out and gently tug at the silver. He moans as his cock hardens. I look at his face, but he’s still asleep.

Smiling to myself, I climb into the gap between his legs and lick him from root to tip. I wiggle my tongue around the silver hoop, savoring the cum on my tongue. As I continue to pleasure him, his breathing becomes heavier and more erratic.

The taste of him is intoxicating and I can't resist taking him deeper into my mouth. His body tenses as he finally awakens to the pleasure I’m giving him.

He moans and arches, his hands going to my head. "Gemma," he croaks. "Oh, God! I'm going to come.”

I pull back and watch him plop out of my mouth. "Not yet." He pants as I grab him by the base and take him back into my mouth. I take him as deep as I can, feeling him hit the back of my throat. His moans get louder, and I can tell he's close. I continue to move my mouth up and down his length, determined to make him lose control.

His legs start to shake, and that's my signal to take him to the back of my throat, where I hold him and swallow. He lets go with a shudder, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. I look up at him, satisfied with the reaction I've elicited. "You taste so good," I say with a grin before moving to give him a deep kiss.

His hands grab my bottom as he rolls us over. I feel him grow between us, surprised that he's getting hard so soon after coming. I smile against his lips, feeling wanted and eager for more.

His hands explore my body, sending shivers down my spine. He mutters, "I hope I don't have to work hard at the game tonight, because you've knocked me out." He lazily licks my nipple as he slides into my body. "Hmm, I love the way your body responds to me," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. I arch my back to meet his slow, long thrusts. "Hold on to me, sweetheart."

I wrap my arms around him and when he does the same, I get goosebumps. There is not an inch of space between us as he slowly makes love to me. His warm breath tickles my ear as he whispers, "You feel so good.” The intensity of our connection grows with each rhythmic slide of his body inside me. The pleasure builds slowly and when we experience release together, it brings tears to my eyes.

"I love you, sweetheart," Dario kisses the tip of my nose and leans his weight against me, our bodies still connected. He buries his face in my neck.

I never gettired of watching Dario on the ice in an empty arena. The team has a spot on the ice for a short practice before tonight's game, and I'm relieved to see that Dario is fully fit. I smile as I catch his gaze, and his lips break into a wide grin, his eyes flashing for me. He's happy. So am I.

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