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“God, you’re so tight, sweetheart. I’m not going to last. Grip me. Feel how full you are.” He changed his angle a bit, making her gasp when the base of his cock rubbed against her clit.

“That’s it. Let it feel good. Jesus, you’re sexy.”

Her eyes rolled back as he hit that spot over and over again. The pressure built. It felt tighter now as she gripped him. It was like a volcano was building and building inside her, and suddenly, it burst.

Bright lights clouded her vision as all the air left her lungs. Her ears were ringing. She felt like she’d slid underwater as her channel clenched around his erection so hard it made her heart skip a beat. She held her breath as this deeper orgasm consumed her.

Stefano cried out a few seconds later, reaching his own release. He held himself buried deep, but his body jerked with every pulse.

The only thing that would have made it better was if he’d filled her with his come instead of the condom. She longed to feel him bare inside her. The intimacy of that would make her feel even closer to him if that was even possible.

Stefano dropped his forehead next to her, breathing heavily. When he finally managed to draw in a full breath, he lifted his gaze again to look at her. He was grinning. “You’re mine, Rose.”

“I always was, Stefano.”

Chapter Sixteen

Roselia awoke hours later to the feel of Stefano’s erection pressing against her back. His fingers trailed up and down her arm, causing goosebumps. He kissed her neck. “Are you sore, sweetheart?”

She shook her head. She would never admit to that. Not if he was willing to do it again.

He rolled away for a second, and she whimpered, but then she heard the sound of a condom wrapper. When his front was once again pressed against her back, he rocked her forward and pushed her top leg up, while he reached a hand between her legs to stroke her swollen folds.

“So wet for me. How are you so wet so quickly?” He nibbled her ear.

She shivered. “I was dreaming about you taking me again.” She wasn’t kidding. She’d been dreaming about his cock inside her, filling her, making her crazy with lust.

“Mmm.” He lined his shaft up with her entrance from behind and eased into her. “You feel so good. I’m insatiable.” He slid his hand along the back of hers, threaded their fingers together, and pressed her palm into the mattress.

His wicked mouth licked and nipped at her neck and ear, making her delirious. “So good. I’ll never let you go, sweetheart.”

God, she hoped not.

He took his time, moaning into her ear as he slid in deeper and deeper. Eventually, he released her hand to cup her breast and play with her nipple before he slid his fingers down to her clit. As soon as he stroked the swollen nub, she whimpered.

“I love the sounds you make, Rose,” he murmured as he circled her clit and then tapped it several times. “You’re so pure.”

She couldn’t stop the sounds, and he didn’t care, so she didn’t try. Her breasts rubbed against the sheet, making her nipples stiff and tingly. She flattened her hand on the bed and gripped the mattress with her fingertips as though she could somehow hold on to the planet, but it was no use. He sent her flying. He angled his cock inside her just right so he hit some spot she hadn’t felt before, and she nearly flew off the bed.

She couldn’t even scream because she couldn’t breathe as the waves of release pulsed through her body, leaving her destroyed and so, so happy.

He came a few moments later, grunting out his own release. When he was sated, instead of pulling out of her, he gently rolled her more onto her side, tucked her in against him, and kept his cock buried deep. “Mine,” he whispered.

“Yours,” she murmured back breathily.

Roselia was insatiable. So was Stefano. For the next three days, they barely got dressed. They sometimes wandered to the kitchen in search of food, but Stefano had stopped caring about putting shorts on and covering himself in front of her. He never handed her clothes, either. Not even a shirt.

It was nothing like the nudity she’d experienced at Master J’s house. She was on display for only one man, and he not only looked at her with heated eyes, but he frequently gave her exactly what she craved.

Against the wall, in the shower, over the back of the couch, on the counter, plastered to the back windows, and every other surface of the cabin.

Roselia never stopped smiling. She would nap and then find herself riding him or on all fours while he took her from behind. When she got sore, he lowered them into the bathtub, and they soaked in Epson salts.

At some point, Stefano had needed to pay more money for the cabin, so he’d put it in an envelope, and the owner had come by and picked it up off the porch.

It was still dark outside when Roselia awoke the following morning to find herself alone in the bed. She rolled over. The lights were on in the kitchen, so she rose to go in search of Stefano. It was chilly in the room, so she pulled on a T-shirt, grabbed the throw blanket off the end of the bed, and padded toward the kitchen.

As soon as she stepped into the main room, she froze. Something was off, something terribly wrong. The vibe in the room was filled with tension and frustration, radiating off Stefano in waves.

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