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I slammed my hand against the wall, driving into her with wild abandon, the sounds of flesh slapping flesh filling the air.

I didn’t let up. I wouldn’t.

“Please, Vincenzo,” she begged. “I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel your cum in my pussy.”

Fuck.

“Not until you come for me again,” I demanded, and her eyelashes fluttered as her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

The tension built inside me, and I could feel her own release growing near. She was so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect.

Her body shook and she cried out, her pussy clamping down around my cock.

There.

I knew when my girl was about to come, and I pushed her right over the edge.

“That’s my good girl. Look at you taking my cock so well,” I praised, and her pussy clamped down tighter.

I grunted, my balls tightening and the pressure building until I could no longer hold back. I erupted, my cock jerking and pulsing as I came deep inside her.

She cried out, her orgasm tearing through her, her pussy milking every drop of cum from my cock. My vision went white as my orgasm seemed to go on forever.

“Fuck,” I groaned, finally slowing, my cock still twitching and pulsing inside her.

We stood there for a moment, our breathing heavy, our bodies slick and hot as the water pulsed over us.

This was fucking heaven and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

CHAPTER 26

Four weeks later

Vincenzo

I watched Jenna as she shifted nervously on the couch. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, and I could see the anxiety brewing in their depths. She was nervous and to be honest, so was I.

Today was the day Bella was coming home from her program abroad and we were going to tell her about us, which was something we both were extremely anxious about. My daughter was fiercely protective, and the thought of explaining all this to her was daunting, but I couldn’t keep something as important as Jenna from her for very long.

We weren’t that kind of family.

I walked over and sat beside Jenna, taking her hand in mine.

“We need to tell her together,” I said softly, squeezing her hand. “She deserves to hear it from both of us.”

“I know, but I’m scared, Vincenzo. I’m afraid she’ll hate me,” Jenna nodded, biting her lip and looking down at her fingers as they intertwined with mine.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

“Bella can be pretty intense sometimes, but she loves you. We just need to be honest and hope she understands. That’s the most we can hope for. She might be mad at first, but I know her. She’s a good egg.”

She gave a small, nervous laugh.

“Easy for you to say. You’re her dad. She can’t stay mad at you forever,” she said, her nervousness making her voice tremble the slightest bit.

I cupped her cheek, forcing her to meet my gaze.

“She’ll come around eventually. She’s going to have to, but until then, we’ll get through this together, alright?”

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