Page 105 of Naughty Santa Daddy

I break our embrace just a bit so I can see Hadley’s face and say, “Let’s go home.”

Hadley

I am Halona Tsosie, and I had parents who loved me.They loved me so much they died for me.Tears drip down my cheeks with the overwhelming emotions those thoughts provoke. I’m standing under the showerhead, letting warm water cascade over my body. I needed something to break the chill I couldn’t seem to shake after learning of their fate.

After everything happened in the shed earlier, we came back to the house and checked on Amos. Once we saw him with our own eyes and knew he was okay, Massimo took me to his office, where he showed me all the intel he had found on me. He told me Colton had been killed recently and that his men had eliminated everyone else who may hurt me or has hurt me in the past.

We were both able to put the pieces together once he was honest and my true identity came out. The truth was more than just a name; it brought answers, some closure, hope, sadness, and more questions. The reality of my past won’t be an easy future for me to work through.

Shockingly, Massimo already knew almost everything about me, not just the information he’d been digging for, but the pieces of me now—my accomplishments, my goals, the debt I strugglewith. He promised he’d send me back to school so I could get my cosmetology license if it was what I truly wanted. I was mad and happy at the same time.He knew so much about me, but I knew nothing about him.

He told me I had a lifetime to get to know him.

Most importantly, I’ve learned that I’m not born from evil but from love.

I am somebody. I’m Native American. I came from a good, loving bloodline, and not a monster.

Now, I need to let it all sink in—to find my inner peace.

We also told each other we love each other. Massimo already knows my feelings, but I had to remind him. I asked him if I would be able to go home, and he agreed. However, his stipulation is it’s to get my things and nothing more because Massimo wants me to move in with him. He can’t stand the thought of being away from me.

My heart is full, with my mind all over the place, but I do know one thing—I want to be with him. He makes me feel the safest when I’m with him, as well as if I’m truly seen by someone. There is so much we don’t know about each other… well, too much I don’t know about him, anyway.

We leave in a couple days to return to the city to his main home.

With the warm water from the shower still running down my body, I close my eyes, thinking about everything that has happened. How this man has stolen my heart and awakened something inside me. Seeing Gaspare made me face my fears and thankfully conquer them all at once, with Massimo by my side.

Thinking about Massimo, my body starts to hum with need. I wash over my face first, moving both of my hands down my neck, over my breasts, squeezing them, before moving down the rest of my body to cup my pussy.

“Ah,” I quietly gasp with the burst of sensation. Needing to relieve myself, I start to slide my fingers between my folds slowly.

Christ, I’m so aroused.

My pace speeds up, imagining it’s Massimo touching me at the moment. I close my eyes and bite my lower lip, feeling my release already building after only a few strokes. My breathing picks up as my heart beats double time, and moans escape me. I lean forward, placing my free arm against the shower, letting the water trickle and warm me as I pleasure myself.

Lost in the blissful sensations from my touch and the echoing of the shower as water pounds over my flesh to the floor, I don’t hear the shower door open. However, I feel his presence before he moves behind me.

Gripping my breasts in each of his hands, he pins me against the wall with his hard body. He confesses, “Gesù! Bella!I need to be inside you now.”

Reaching behind me, I find his cock, gripping it. I guide it to my entrance from behind while pushing my ass out. In one hard, impatient thrust, he’s deep inside me.

We both cry out in ecstasy, then Massimo starts hammering into me. He’s needy, lost… almost possessed in his pent-up desire for me.

“Oh… yeah…” I purr. I’m so turned on, I’m panting, and with my other hand, I finger my clit. I lean forward against the wall to steady myself, needing the extra support.

Massimo thrusts faster, digging his short, blunt nails into my hips. He growls, “Fuck yes…” The resounding slap echoing in the shower from the water each time our bodies meet has Massimo unleashing his fury on me.

I cry out, whispering dirty words and thoughts to him in Italian. I remember what it did to him when he heard me speakin his native tongue, the excitement and pride that lit up his irises.

Massimo's breathing becomes labored with grunts and moans as his climax builds.

That’s it. Almost…

“Come,Bella. Come.”

My legs almost give out, but Massimo holds me up. Stars dot my vision from the intense pleasure hitting me full force, all at once. My body locks up, muscles turning to steel from the explosive orgasm as I brace, riding the wave. My pussy clenches around him, flooding his cock with my juices, and it sends Massimo over the brink.

Slowing his movements, his thrusts are long but gentle as we ride out our climax as much as we can.

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