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Her words have me groaning as I slam back into her.
“Yes, Enzo! Give it to me! Harder! Harder!”
She pinches her nipples and rolls them between her fingers. The sight nearly has me coming.
I spit on my hand and bring it down to her clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in ferocious movements, then slapping it before repeating the motions again.
With each slap, Amalia cries out for me. “Please, Enzo, can I come?”
Her heady eyes are sharp on mine. She begs so damn prettily.
“You come when I say you come,” I grind out, my own orgasm quickly building back up.
A tingling sensation erupts in my core, begging to make its way to every facet of my being, and before I know it, my dick swells, and I know I’m going to blow.
I rub Amalia’s clit one more time before slapping it and say, “Come for me, Little Hellion, but eyes on me.”
As soon as the command leaves my mouth, Amalia’s eyes lock in on mine, and she arches her back, letting out a feral moan.
Within a few seconds, the tingling sensation in my core has spread throughout my body. My toes curl, and I pick up my speed until I’m tumbling into a sea of pleasure with her, shooting everything that I have into her while the contractions of her orgasm pulse around me.
We’re quiet for a few minutes while we temper our breathing.
“That felt amazing,” she says, and her sated tone has me smiling. Knowing I know just how to take care of her in more ways than one has me feeling like one proud motherfucker.
“You’reamazing,” I say, then slowly pull out of her.
My cum leaks from her, and I can’t help but push it back inside. I want a part of me with her twenty-four seven. I want her to carry me around with her so she can never forget me. It’s sick and twisted, but it’s this undeniable possessive trait that comes out in me when I think about my girl.
“I want every bit of me to stay inside you. When you’re walking around later and feel me leak out of you, I want you to remember who owns this pussy.”
Amalia’s breathing picks up. “You better watch out, Enzo, or I’ll be ready for another round.”
I chuckle. “You need to rest,” I say, climbing up her body and moving her so I’m lying flat on my back and she’s cradled into my chest with one leg draped over my waist.
“You’re right,” she says with a yawn. “You’ve spent my body more than ever in the last twenty-four hours. I thought you said we were going to take a little break after the last one?”
“Oh, are we upset about the multiple orgasms?” I ask with a playful edge.
She laughs, tracing the muscles of my chest with the tip of her finger. “No, I’m very pleased with all of them,obviously, but I was just curious about the sudden change. It’s like something came over you while I was talking to my cousin on the phone.”
I’m quiet for a few moments while I think about what I want to say. “That’s exactly what it was—you talking to your cousin. Hearing you tell one of the closest people in your life that you’re giving up the only life you’ve ever known to stay here in New York with me had me needing to bury myself deep inside you again.”
Amalia turns to look up at me and smiles.
“I love you, Amalia. Always remember, wherever you go, I go. It doesn’t matter where in this world you want to call home. I’ll continue to follow you until the end of time, but it still means a fuck ton to me that you’re picking New York.”
“I’ll miss my cousin, but he was all I really had down in Miami. I had lots of acquaintances, but I never had any friends. Nothing to really keep me there. I couldn’t let you leave your family and your work for something that doesn’t exist for me down there. I love you, Enzo, and as long as I have you by my side, I’ll always be home.”
I give her a sweet kiss on her lips, then she snuggles back into my chest. It doesn’t take long before Amalia’s breaths even out and she’s fallen asleep. I follow suit shortly after, knowing I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.
36
VINCENZO
“Wow, this is where you grew up?” Amalia asks as she gazes out the passenger side window at Teo and Lux’s home.
“It’s where I lived up until my brother got married last year,” I say, putting my car in park. “Making the penthouse my permanent residence has been a fairly recent thing.”
