Page 84 of Vito

"Fuck, Eden." He squeezes my arms and twists me to face him. "I've been coming in you the whole time. Fortwo months. Every fucking day, often more than once. What if you get pregnant?"

His blue-green eyes are a bit crazed as I look at him. "It basically couldn't happen, Vito."

He squeezes my arms harder and gives me the slightest shake. "But if it did, you'd miscarry."

My gut and heart sink as I stare at him. "You want children."

I can't give him that. But that doesn't matter, because I can't even give himme.

He shakes his head vigorously. "No, I've always thought I didn't want children, and now I'm sure I don't."

"What? Why?" He isn't making any sense. I try to understand what I see on his face.

"I'm sure I don't, because the woman I love can't have them, that's why."

"What?" I gasp.

"And it fucking guts me to think of the woman I love in any more fucking pain because she miscarries our child." His eyes glisten. "I can't do that to you, Eden. Ican't. I'm getting a vasectomy."

"What?" I gasp again, shaking my head. "Jesus, Vito,no."

"I'll never do anything to cause you pain." He slams his mouth to mine, then growls, "I'd never allow you to be the one to go through the tubal litigation or any medical procedure that makes you relive that fucking horror show your parents are responsible for."

He ravages my mouth again. "And I want to come deep inside you all the fucking time, so shut up and let me make you come now."

I find myself on my back on the sofa, dizzy from the movement, but also from what he just said. My hips lift as if they have a mind of their own as he drags my jeans and panties off. "Did you just tell me you love me?"

His large, scarred hands stop moving, and his strong body stills. The only thing that moves are his eyes as they raise to look up to mine. "So, I guess this is a good time to tell you that at the end of two months, I wasn't walking away. That instead of fucking and screwing you out of my system, you're embedded into every part of me."

My legs wrap around him. I twist my body to take him to the floor and straddle him.

I undo his pants quickly and grab his hard cock—totally appreciating how he always goes commando. I position him and slide down his thick long length, my pussy stretching to accommodate the sudden thickness of him.

"You're such a fucking cunt," I moan, tilting my head back, then start to ride him hard.

"I love when you call me that." His eyes are molten fire as I claim him for my own. "I understand now why I've always loved it." He braces his heels and shoves up with more force, making me see stars. "That's your love language, isn't it, baby?"

He matches me thrust for thrust until we're both breathing hard and sweaty, then he adds the forward and backward motion that drives me nuts.

He grinds his thumb into my clit and works it. The clit stimulation, added to the hard thrusts and the forward and back motion, is building my need to come and is making me wild. I scratch his hard chest, which makes him moan. "Tell me you love me again."

The pressure in me is near volcanic. He knows what will send me over the edge but isn't giving it to me.

"Tell me you love me again, Eden," he grits, holding back his orgasm.

"You're such a fucking cunt," I moan, sweat coating me.

He smiles wickedly at me. "Good girl."

When he pinches my clit, I erupt like a volcano in an explosive, violent burst.

As I convulse around him, he clamps his hand over my mouth to muffle my scream. Even though my office is soundproof, he's not taking any chance of us being discovered.

Instead of feeling him swell inside me and burst with his release, he pulls out and holds his cock in the crease of my ass and uses my body and his palm to ride his orgasm. His cum coats my ass, even my lower back, as he slides up and down through the crease, smearing his cum over my skin.

"Fuck, Eden," he groans as he jerks again, then kisses me hard.

Afterward, I pull back. "You didn't have to—"

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