Page 66 of Little Dove

He quickly moves his hands to my hips. “Only go as fast as you feel you can, Amara. Do the same as before. That’s it up, up and down, just like that. Fuck, yes, so fucking good,” he praises as I fall into a slow and steady rhythm. “Jesus, you’re so wet,” he moans as he stares at me. “I can feel your pussy dripping around me. I’m going to dream of this. Fuck.”

His breathing speeds up, and I watch, fascinated as I move over him. He’s the only thing I can focus on. Seeing the pleasure that borders on pain on his face. His grip on my hips is hard, but the movements of his hips aren’t overly powerful. He’s holding back.

We continue to move at the same pace for awhile, until I need more. I need faster, and from the look of Lazaro, so does he. I start to increase my pace, gasping when sparks of pleasure ignite. “Lazaro, more, please,” I beg, gripping his wrists as I try to move faster, chasing the pleasure filling me once again.

“I’m going to move faster and harder, Amara,” he hisses out between clenched teeth. “If it’s too much, you’ll tell me, understand?”

“Yes. Yes, just move.” Desperation puts a demand in my voice.

Lazaro wastes no time, moving his hips up in time to meet my downward thrusts, and the force has a cry escaping me. Notwith pain, with desire. He grunts softly, and then he orders, “Lean forward, Amara. Angle forward.” I do as he says, and the slight change of position has him hitting new spots inside me that have my mouth dropping open in shock, and a keening cry falling from my lips. He grips my hips again as he pounds inside me, a steady hard pace that echoes through the room.

At this angle, my clit rubs against his lower belly, and the sensation has me crying out, my hips swiveling in his grip to chase it along with the pressure inside me. I moan, unsure of what to do or how to get there faster. I can feel my orgasm just out of reach again, even as hard as I reach for it. “Lazaro, please, I’m so close.” I sob. “Do something. Please.” My fingers curl into his chest hard as I try to grind back into him.

“Put your hand between us, right on your clit, Amara,” he hisses. “Touch yourself like I did.” I don’t even question him, I just do as ordered, lifting myself up to press my hand between us. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I roll my clit with my fingers, fast like Lazaro did, and it’s all I need.

My orgasm swamps me, this one just as intense as before, and I scream Lazaro’s name. My eyes fly open when I hear him let out a guttural groan, a grunt of my name, and see the ecstasy overtake his expression as he moves harder and faster, before I feel something hot and liquid splash inside. He continues to pound inside me, his breath coming in pants.

I stare down at him, certain I’ve never seen a sexier sight in my life.

My own orgasm starts to subside as Lazaro slows, but I still tremble, even as I lower myself to sprawl over him. Both of us are breathing hard, sweat covering our bodies, and I surprisingly enjoy the feel of Lazaro still inside me, though now only half hard. I can feel his cum leaking out around him, and while it’s a strange sensation, not an unpleasant one.

“Are you alright, Amara?” Lazaro asks, drawing my attention, concern in his voice.

I blink at him. Is he seriously asking me? “I’m fine.” Then I give him a wry smile. “I’m just surprised you fit, and I was sure you weren’t going to for a moment. I guess you were right, but I haven’t seen the damage yet, so there still could be a giant mess down there.”

“Oh, there’s a mess down there, alright.” He smirks, clearly pleased with himself. He arches his hips, his semi-hard cock sliding further inside me, and I gasp at the gush of wetness that spills, my body instinctively tightening around him, trying to hold it all in. “You’re so full of me,dolcezza, that your body can’t hold it all,” he purrs in satisfaction. “This greedy pussy trying to keep it all inside, isn’t it?”

Another low-grade heat warms me at his words, but there is no way I can take any more. The spirit might be willing, but the body is shot. “Stop,” I moan. “If you keep doing that I’m going to want more, and I’m too tired. I’m probably going to be sore too, but I’m too relaxed to tell right now.”

He gives a low chuckle, but then slowly and carefully eases himself out of my body. I moan, then gasp at the feeling of his cum spilling out of me. Okay, that might be a bit much. It’s like a freaking flood. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says as he eases me off him and then rolls off the bed, leaving me laying there, sprawled and cringing at the mess we have definitely left on the sheets. I can only imagine what the person washing these sheets will think when they see it.

Oh. Dear. God.

Horror grips me, and I bolt upright just as Lazaro reaches for me. I stare up at him, eyes wide and gasp, “Is your sister going to wash these sheets? Is she going to know?” I demand. He jerks back at my question, his expression morphing to one of confusion. “She will, won’t she? We have to hide them, or letme wash them myself or something. God, what will she think? And it’s still leaking out of me,” I wail, lifting my butt off the bed like that’s going to do anything to stop the constant trickle. Then I hear it, the laughter. My head whips toward him, infuriated that he’s daring to find this funny. “It’s not funny!” I hiss. “Jesus Christ, how pent up were you? It’s like a freaking river coming out of me.” I lift my butt even higher, going up on my knees. “Why are you just standing there? If I get up, it’s going to go everywhere, and I am not desecrating these sheets any more than I already have. At this rate, it’s probably soaked into the freaking mattress, and I don’t even want to think about how much that will cost to clean.”

Lazaro’s laugh is booming, probably loud enough to wake up the whole damn hallway full of people, the bastard. He leans forward, bracing his hands on the bed, body shaking with his amusement. Why the hell is he laughing? What is so fucking funny about not wanting hisfreaking sisterto know what the hell we just did?

My back aches the longer I stay like this until, finally, I have to flop back down; I’m too tired to stay like that any longer. I let out an aggravated sigh and decide it’s just best to roll to the other side, away from the man who clearly lost brain cells when he blew his load. I can hear him trying to get control of himself, but I’m done waiting around. I get to the other side, my feet hit the floor, and the second I’m standing upright the floodgates open, the rest of it dripping down my thighs. “Mother of fuck,” I groan, clenching my inner walls as tight as I can to try and keep it in, but it’s useless as more seeps out, coating my thighs, and I swear to God, dripping to the floor.

Desperately, I run for the bathroom, even as I hear Lazaro’s laughter kick back up again. Bastard.

I run for the shower, stepping inside and quickly turning on the water. I gasp at the blast of ice-cold water, but thankfullyit warms up fast. I grab the fancy-looking wand beside some of the dials and point it toward my center. The door to the shower opens, and in steps a grinning Lazaro, who watches me with eyes still full of mirth. I glare at him.

“Amara,” he says smoothly as he approaches me. “Let me help you.” He holds out his hand for the wand, but I ignore him, cleaning myself as much as I can before pulling it away.

Instead of feeling clean, I still feel more leaking out. I stare down at myself, shocked. “How the fuck is there still more?” I gasp.

“It’s normal,colombina,” Lazaro soothes, gently pulling the wand from my hand and putting it back in place. Then he lifts me up in his arms, encouraging me to wrap my legs around him. I wince at the feel of all that between us. “It might be a few hours or even a few days before it stops. Or so I’ve been told.”

“Days?Days?” I screech, horrified.

“Shhhh, yes, for some, but I’m sure it will stop soon. As for the rest of it, don’t worry about anything. It will be the cleaning staff that will handle the sheets, not my sister. And even if, for some reason she did see the sheets, she’s not going to care. Between us and everyone else around here, we’re not the only ones to make a mess of some sheets. Alright?”

“It’s still embarrassing,” I huff. “Again, I have to ask, how long has it been, because that is next level.”

He gives me an indulgent smile. “That’s not how that works,dolcezza. That is a normal amount, though I suppose it might be a bit more with how much I’ve had to hold back over the last few days.”

“You mean it’s going to be this much every time? Alright, I’m starting to see why people wear condoms instead of dealing with all this.” I wave my hand between us.

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