Page 7 of Dirty Little Secret

Her honesty stings, but she’s right—I’ve guarded my own heart so fiercely that I’ve neglected hers.

“Look,” I continue, stepping closer, braving that final gap until only inches separate us. “I’ve been a fool—a complete and utter fool. I let my fears paint our future with doubt and suspicion.” Reaching out tentatively, I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “But you deserve more. You deserve clarity.”

Her breath hitches slightly at the contact, but she doesn’t pull away. Encouraged, I press on. “I love you, Tessa. I do see a future with us together. I’ve already told my mother about us, andshe wants to meet you next week over dinner.” The words taste foreign yet liberating as they spill into the space between us.

“You have? She does?” Her voice is small but hopeful.

“Yes.” This time, the affirmation is stronger, fueled by the flicker of hope in her eyes.

There’s a pause—a single heartbeat stretched into eternity. “How do we start?” Tessa whispers a challenge, testing the sincerity of my declaration.

“We start with honesty,” I reply quickly and decisively. “No secrets. No games. Just the very real fact that I love you, Tessa Mills. Do you love me enough to give me another chance to make things right?”

Something breaks within her at those words—a dam giving way—and suddenly, her arms are around my neck, and she’s burying her face against my chest. Her body is shaking with quiet sobs that seep into my shirt and pierce straight through to my soul.

Holding her like this—close enough to feel every breath and heartbeat—I know this is where I’m meant to be. We remain locked in an embrace, as time recedes into the background as if giving us this moment undisturbed.

As her tears finally ebb away, Tessa pulls back slightly to look at me. “I love you, Magnus,” she says softly. Let’s start from here.”

“Yes, right here.”

tessa

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I moan softlyas Magnus's lips blaze a trail down my neck, leaving fire in their wake. His hands are agile, running over my heated skin, mapping every curve and dent of my body. We’re both naked, our clothes discarded and strewn across the living room floor. The thick tension building between us has finally snapped, giving way to a primal urge that neither of us can deny any longer.

“I need you,” I whisper.

Magnus’s fingers delve into my depths, eliciting a gasp from my swollen lips as he expertly teases my sensitive spot. He knows just what buttons to press, what areas to touch, and when to back off, driving me wild with desire.

I arch my back, pressing myself against his insistent hand, begging for more.

"Daddy," I whimper, his name a prayer on my lips as he nips at my collarbone. "Please, don’t make me wait."

Magnus groans in response, a feral sound that sends shivers down my spine. He's usually in control, always the calm and collected one, but in this moment, he’s just as lost to lust as me. He positions himself at my entrance, whispering how much heaches to be inside me. And I want it just as badly as him. My hands grab onto his biceps as I pull him closer, angling my hips upward to greet him.

With one mighty thrust, Magnus sheaths himself inside me. My gasp echoes off the walls as our bodies become one. It’s been less than a day since we made love, but it always feels like two puzzle pieces sliding back into place. Our bodies move together in perfect harmony, our hips grinding against each other in a primal dance that cries to be completed.

Magnus touches every part of my trembling body with hungry hands and desperate kisses. I meet each one, unable to hold back the lust I always feel in his arms. As our bodies move as one, I can't help but marvel at the depth of my feelings for him. This is more than desire—it’s a soul-deep connection that transcends mere words. I kiss every inch of his skin within my reach, memorizing his taste and scent, safe in the knowledge that he’s the only man I’ll ever love.

“You’ve been a bad girl keeping your feelings from me. I thought I was too old for you—that I’d hold you back from better things, but now I don’t care if I do. You’re mine, baby girl. You belong to me, and I will never fucking let you go. Do you hear me?” Magnus practically growls into our kiss, thrusting powerfully as he sets my world on fire. He is everything I’ve ever wanted, and I can’t believe he wants to give it to me.

“I’m yours, Daddy. I’ve been so bad for keeping things from you. You’ll help me make things right—won’t you?” I moan the words, breathless but still pushing him to fuck me harder, faster, begging for that divine release he always gives me.

“Daddy forgives his baby girl, but he'll have to teach her a lesson. He’s going to need to fuck some sense into her and make sure she never forgets there are no secrets between us. From now on you tell me precisely what you want and need.” Magnuspresses his lips to mine but doesn’t stop pumping his thick cock in and out, in and out, until my dripping arousal coats my thighs.

“No secrets,” I whimper, as the first climax shatters my senses and makes me cry out for mercy I don’t truly want.

I writhe beneath him, my nails raking lightly down his back as I arch my hips upward, meeting each and every powerful thrust. As much as I want to savor the moment, I’m too in love, too wound up by desire to tell him to slow down. Our moans of pleasure fill the room, intermingling with the fire's soft crackle and the city's low hum outside.

In between frantic kisses, Magnus whispers words of love into my ear, driving me even closer to another release. "You're mine, my sweet, beautiful baby girl," he groans. "Only mine. From this day on, I will never let you forget it.”

I tighten my thighs around his waist, urging him on even further. He obliges enthusiastically, his strokes becoming faster and harder as he rains powerful thrusts that leave me breathless. I can feel myself teetering on the brink of release, but I hold back, letting the ecstasy build and savoring this moment for as long as possible.

Magnus’s breathing grows ragged as he nears the edge, his muscles tightening as he lays waste to my quivering pussy.

"Daddy," I gasp before biting my bottom lip to stifle a scream. All my senses converge on our joined flesh, how he fills me perfectly, like we were made for each other.

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