Page 39 of Bound to Him

She was so slick, so ready, that I pushed right in, all the fucking way in. Her head pushed back, and a long, helpless groan escaped her mouth. She wiggled forward on the bed and lifted her ass, hooked her knees over my shoulders and sunk my dick even further inside of her.

“Oh, dear God, yes,” I breathed out.

“Fuck, Huxley… You feel so good inside me,” Olivia moaned the words, and I held her hips steady, slowly pulling myself out and pushing back in. “No…” she protested. “I need more!”

She then proceeded to blow my fucking mind by bouncing her hips and riding my cock without any help from me.

“Fuck, baby, yes!”

I couldn’t fucking hold it, I began to stress that I’d lose it too soon, but then I watched Olivia—her mouth hung wide open, and her eyes were locked on mine, searing into my soul. She was coming, hard. I felt her leg start to shake on my shoulder, and I reached up to hold it steady while pumping into her harder and faster than ever before.

We came together with loud, uncontrollable groans, and I fell down next to her. There, we huffed, catching our breaths, and looking into each other's eyes. We didn’t need to say anything. We both knew that something happened here tonight… something beautiful and magical that we’d never be able to forget. How could I ever stand living without this? Without her? I didn’t think I could, but… that was tomorrow's problem. Tonight, I turned to her and held her body against mine, pulled a blanket across us, and fell asleep the happiest I’d ever felt in my life.

* * *

Morning camea lot quicker than either of us anticipated. Olivia’s gasp woke me up, jolting me awake before she even started patting my chest anxiously.

“Huxley! It’s morning! Oh my God, I’m supposed to be at home!”

“Hey, hey!” I reached over her, letting my body fall onto her and pin her down. We were skin against skin, her tits were squashed under me like pillows, and my dick was already hard again. “Tesoro…relax, would ya?” I looked outside. “The sun is hardly up, it’s probably still only six a.m.”

“Okay but then we need to go—”

“You aren’t going anywhere. Not yet.”

I buried my face in her neck and reached down, pulled her thigh up around mine. Settled in between her legs, I watched her resolve weaken when she felt my dick pressed against her hot pussy. Christ, I would miss this body, this soft, sweet, wet pussy, but most of all, I’d miss this moment right here. She touched my face and stared into my eyes, then sighed in pleasurable relief as I sunk deep into her.

An hour later we were back in the car, speeding out the gates, and back to the Romano house. I told her I would create a distraction, say I was there to visit Viola or something, while she sneaked back to her room. After we’d made it through the gates—with her under the blanket in the back—I stopped at a turn in the road, just before the actual house became visible.

“Alright, will this work?”

“Yes, I can sneak behind those bushes until I reach the kitchen door. There’s a service corridor back there that leads to the bedroom wing.”

“Great.”

“So… this is it, right?” she asked, looking torn.

“I guess so, baby. I’ll be seeing you, okay?”

“I’ll be seeing you, Huxley.”

We looked at each other for a long moment, not wanting to say goodbye, so we didn’t. We lurched forward and kissed each other passionately, just about sucking our souls out of each other's bodies until we broke free, and I drove up to the house.

All the men watched me. It was very early in the morning to be visiting, and they frowned, one stomping on his cigarette while checking his watch. He came to my window when I stopped on the driveway circle.

“What’s your business here?”

“I’ve come to see Viola, my fiancé, of course.”

“But—”

I opened my door, forcing him back, then got out and stretched out my arms. “It’s a beautiful day, no?”

More of the men walked closer to hear what was happening, and I saw the flash of Olivia as she jumped out of the bushes and ran around the back of the house. I actually felt proud of my capable girl, then remembered she wasn’t my girl, and never would be again.

“Is she inside? Yeah? Thanks.” I bolstered past them and went to the front door that suddenly swung open, revealing the Romano butler. “Good morning!”

“Good morning, Sir Moretti. May I ask what brings you here so early?”

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