Page 94 of Promise Maker

Not long after Solari climaxes, my body starts tounravel, and I grunt and quiver like an animal while shooting my seed insideher.

At this rate, I might get Solari pregnant, and thethought of that thrills me.

If it is in my future to become a father, I wantno other woman birthing my children but her.

When I slide out of the throbbing hole, some ofmycum oozes, slithering to the rug.

“Shit,” Solari curses, beyond winded. “We’ve madea mess. I don’t want your employees seeing that.”

“I’ll take care of it,tesoro.”I turn her on the sofa and capture her mouth for an erotic kiss, then say,“We’re going to the cove now.”

It is the perfect setting for her to relinquishthe next hole to me.

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Domenico has unleashed something inside me lockedaway for so long.

He’s fulfilling my sexual appetite, and I don’twant it to stop.

But we do need a short rest.

My pussy is on fire.

Holding my hand, Domenico carefully guides me downthe rocky trail. “This is part of the property. No one can access the cove,only from the way we came.”

He continues through a large fissure, helping mealong the way. When we finally emerge to the private cove, I beam at theenchanting sight.

“Oh my gosh! This is amazing.”

Water is cascading from crevices into theturquoise-colored pool. Trees and rocks surround it, sunlight dazzling on thesurface as it shines through the rocks above.

“Venire,” Domenico says, setting our bag on theground and backing off his shirt, staying in his swim trunks.

I set the camera aside and haul the dress over myhead, revealing my two-piece bikini.

He lusts at my body before towing me into the coolwater. I lock my arms around his neck as he holds me against him, and we bobtogether.

“This is who you truly are,” I mutter, realizingat last that the man in the torture room isn’t him but what he does when dutycalls. “You are your genuine self with me.”

Domenico squeezes me tighter. “You asked me toshow you who I am. Thisisme, Solari. I’ve been honest since the firsttime we met.”

I snort as our first sweet encounter fills my head.“Why did you give me your last piece of chocolate cake back when we were kids?”

He chuckles softly. “I thought you were a prettygirl, and I wanted to be friends.”

“Itwascute. I never forgot that. Though Iwasyoungand I’d lost your image in my head a bit, Ialways remembered you gave me cake.”

Expression serious, he tells me, “I’ll give youmuch more now,tesoro. Anything you desire, I willmake it happen.”

“Hm. Let’s see.” I squint at him playfully. “Howabout my very own vineyard and winery?”

He nods. “Done.”

“Ooh.” I wiggle my brows. “A gallery for myphotos?”

“Done,” he says again cockily.

I bite my lip while considering. “My privateisland?”

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