Page 57 of Secret Baby for my Off-Limits Fiancé

Valentino's hips buck wildly, his hands grabbing my hair, guiding my rhythm.

"Oh, fuck, Layla, I'm gonna..." His words trailed off into a guttural moan.

Just as his cock starts to pulsate, I ease the pressure of my mouth, releasing him with a pop.

“Not yet,” I tease.

I sit back, admiring my work, a thick vein trails the underside of his shaft down to the base, his head glistening with my saliva.

“I need to fuck you now.” His words are precise, and his eyes are dark.

He makes a move to flip us back over so that I’m underneath him, but I stop him.

“Not tonight.”

For a second, his face falls but then, he realizes what I really meant as I climb on top of him and position my soaking entrance against his hard length.

We’ve never done it like this before, with me on top. But tonight, I feel sexier than I’ve had in ages, and I want to be the one in charge of his pleasure.

We both let out a ragged moan as I slide down his thick cock, my pussy clenching against him in a way that sends us both into a wave of pleasure.

I sink down until I’m balls deep.

“Fuck,” I breathe as I begin to rotate my hips. “Fuck, how the fuck is this so–”

“So good, baby,” he moans, hands now firmly grabbing the side of my hips to control my movements. “Keep going.”

I revel in the way he watches me like I’m his greatest temptation.

I grind my hips into him, as he fills me to the hilt.

I’m so close to finishing. The way that this man has been able to make me cum faster than anyone else needs to be studied.

Our eyes lock together, and I know we both don’t want this to be over just yet.

He tries to pull back as he reaches his climax, but I can’t help gripping him tighter.

I want to milk every last drop as he fills me. I need to feel him.

I collapse on top of him, as we’ve both reached our finish at the same time.

We stay like this for what feels like an hour as we come down from our orgasms.

I pull out slightly releasing his still firm cock, our juices dripping out from my pussy.

“Fuck, I didn’t mean to cum in you,” he stammers. “But I’m clean, FYI.”

“And I’m on the pill.” Because as much as I love Vincent, there is no way I’m ready to go through something like that again.

Hours later, the room is warm and quiet, the remnants of our tangled bodies and breathless moans still lingering in the air.

The sheets are a mess, our limbs lazily intertwined beneath the blankets.

Valentino reaches over and switches on the AC, letting the cool air wash over our heated skin.

He exhales, pulling me against his broad, solid chest. His arm drapes possessively around my waist, fingers tracing absentminded circles on my hip.

I should move away.

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