Page 61 of The Marriage Contract

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers. “I think I’m already …” she gasps.

I sit up slightly so that I can watch the sudden orgasm move through her. She looks like she’s been waiting for this since the last time we were intimate, as though all the mayhem and darkness have let the desire build up in her. Her entrance grows wet as she spills her juices all over my hand, her clit throbbing as I rub harder, quicker, hungrier.

Her tits quiver seductively, making me lean down and bring her nipple into my mouth. This lengthens her orgasm, turning her moans into music I’ll never get tired of hearing. She twitches against me, shifting her hips, grinding against my hand.

“You’re so wet for me,” I growl.

“For you,” she moans. “Justfor you …”

She gently wraps her hand around my rigidness, stroking me, making my length ache with the need for a real unleashing. I groan and suck her nipple even more greedily, smearing wetness all over her sex, knowing her virgin hole is ready for me, knowing she’s going to take every inch of my fat, rock-hard dick.

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” she moans. “I’m done waiting. I want this. I want you.”

“I love you,” I groan, kissing her neck and finding her lips again.

“You said that before.”

“Because it’s true.”

She digs her fingernails into my shoulders. “Just here. Just this room. Don’t make any promises.”

“I promise to chooseyou,” I growl.

“If that means sacrificing the Family, then it means expulsion, right?”

“You heard what I said. Ipromise, Elena.”

I wrap my hand around my base and guide my sensitive tip to her silken threshold, shifting back and forth, feeling her folds move aside for me, like there’s something primal and hungry in her, eager for me to go all the way, eager for me to take her hard andclaimher.

“Stop teasing me,” she gasps. “Oh, Dario …”

My head clouds as I push into her, her heat clinging to me tighter than I ever could’ve imagined. She digs her nails into me even more firmly, letting me track the course of her passion and pleasure through the tightness in her hands.

I arch my back, pushing forward with my hips, inch after inch disappearing into her virgin slit. She blinks rapidly, staring at me with awe and fascination.

“You’re so big,” she moans, “but it … feels … so… good.”

“You feel perfect,” I growl. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”

I almost roar when I sink all the way into her, her entrance clutching eagerly to my base.

“You’re so deep,” she whispers shakily. “Like we’re …”

“Don’t get shy with me now.”

“Fused,” she gasps. “Oh, Dario, make love to me.”

I slide out of her, feeling her fingernails grip even tighter like she’s going to pull me back in. When I thrust forward again, she moans and shifts against me, guiding her, inviting her heat down my fiery stiffness. We sink into a rhythm like two actors bouncing off each other, but there’s nothing fake here, neither staged nor scam-like. This is the realest thing we’ve ever shared.

When she bucks her hips, I almost lose it for a moment, my offering streaming to the greedy end of my dick and building like a flow of need. I take a breath and keep thrusting into her, captivated by the pleasure dancing across her gorgeous face, by how her tits bounce, her nipple still wet from where I was sucking her.

I can’t help myself. Holding myself up with one arm, I reach down and caress her plump, curvy breasts, indulgently burying my hand in her fullness as I fuck her faster, harder. I drill her young inexperienced body with my cock, her slick opening making wet noises that add to the ecstasy.

“Keep going,” she whimpers.

“Did you think I was going to stop?”

Sassiness makes her raise her eyebrows, her lip twitching into a smile. “Smartass.”

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