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He plunges deeper inside of me, stroking that perfect spot inside of me that a man as never managed to find before. I open my mouth to protest, but he clamps it shut with one of his giant bear hands, muffling my cries.

“Shh,” he croons. “You can take it baby.”

He chuckles as my pussy clamps around him, and he picks up the pace, fucking me with his fingers while the heel of his hand presses against my sensitive clit. “That’s right. You like that. Cream on my fingers. You’re Daddy’s slut, aren’t you?”

I scream into his hand as he talks me over the edge. My climax hits me like a fright train, and I fight to free myself of him. Everything is so damn sensitive, yet still not enough.

He murmurs dirty praises as he brings me down from the cliff. Then he pulls his hand from me, and before I can respond, he’s flipping me onto my stomach. His fingers dig into the curves of my hips as he positions me right where he wants it.

The heat of his velvety smooth cock presses against my ass and I push against it. I shriek when his hand comes down on my cheek. Then, he presses the crown of his erection against my entrances. Alessio stretches me, filling my slowly inch by inch.

I wince at the pinching as I struggle to take him. “That’s it, Hadley. See? Wecan. We are. You’re taking me so well.”

A lump forms in my throat. I fucking love the way he’s treating me. He’s rough and commanding, and the words he says are soothing. A hint of praise with the degradation. He’s right. I am a slut. But only for him.

“Please,” I whimper, tears threatening to fall. I don’t even know what I’m asking for when I feel him twitching inside of me and I’m filled with the hot, stringy ropes of Alessio’s cum.

Once upon a time, I’d sworn I’d nevereverforgive him. Now, here I was, welcoming him inside of me.

9

ALESSIO

Sugary sweetness invades my nostrils,the scent of cookies mixed with our sex. Hadley is curled against my side, her arm draped over my chest. We’re buried beneath the covers in the main bedroom, and locks of hair fall into my face.

My phone buzzes beside me, but I don’t dare move and risk waking her. I don’t forget the regret that filled her face last night after we slept together. The way she tried to flee, and how I calmed her by carrying her to bed and making her come so many times until exhaustion kept her plastered to me.

When she wakes, she might fight me. She might try and leave despite being tucked away in the woods. I’m not ready to face the rejection I know comes from her facing reality.

She hates me. She doesn’t understand why I’m forcing her to come home, why I pushed her away all that time ago. Guilt swirls in the pit of my stomach, mixing with my own regret. Regret that I pushed her away from me. It would be stupid of me to believe I could keep her here with me with endless orgasms. Still, I’m not sure I have any other cards in my hand to play.

Hadley lets out a soft sigh, and I peer down at her closed eyes. Fuck, she’s so pretty. And as she snuggles into me, she looks even younger, more vulnerable. I turn to my side, gently moving her so she’s on her back.

I groan, hating how hard it is to stop myself from pressing my nose against the opening of her precious pussy, remembering how I settled between her thighs last night and teased her until she begged me for release until tears of pleasure made her mascara drip down her face.

How had I managed to keep myself away from her for so fucking long? I glide my tongue along her slit, giving gentle strokes as I taste the tang of her, careful not to wake her. Her hips grind against the mattress naturally while I feast on her, providing soft licks and sweet kisses against her clit.

Can I make her come without waking her? I’m dying to see how far her body lets me go until she opens her pretty blue eyes and catches me worshipping her. The restraint needed to fuck her while she sleeps and not get caught makes my aching cock throb with the need to fill her. If I could, I’d bury myself in the juicy curves of her ass and never come up for air.

A soft gasp escapes her still-sleeping body when I remove my mouth from her center.

“Shhh,” I whisper, my fingers spreading her open as I inspect how wet she is. Here, now, she can’t stop us, she can’t deny us what she knows we both need.

I sit up, nudging my crown against her dripping entrance. I slide in with ease despite how tight she clings to me.

“Less,” she whimpers the shortened version of my name in her sleep.

I know baby. I know how much you want me despite the resistance.I reach between us, circling her clit with the pad of my thumb as I drive deeper into her. Each thrust is slow and agonizing when I’m dying to sink all the way home.

“Fuck,cara mia,” I groan, once I’m fully seated inside of my sleeping beauty.

Memories of the very last time I saw her flood me. She hadn’t seen me when I came in. It’d been the week before she left me. I’d come over for dinner over an hour early when I’d caught her on the phone, watching porn as she touched herself.

She’d thought she was alone as she sat on the couch in the living room, fingers spreading her pussy open as she played with herself while the woman on video pretended to be asleep and a man playing her step-brother fucked her. She loved this fucked up shit, too. It made me feel less like her villain and more like her savior as I took what she hadn’t explicitly offered me.

I wonder what she would have done if I had stayed. If I’d walked in on her, dropped to my knees, and finished her with my fingers before I sank my throbbing dick into her. She probably wouldn’t have run away. She definitely wouldn’t have.

I left that evening, never announcing my arrival, even as she came from touching herself, my name leaving her lips. I’d ghosted her, left her hanging. And that may have been the last ripple of events that led to her running from me.

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