Page 13 of Summer Lovin'

I tighten my grip in her hair and wrap my hand around her fingers gripping my cock. A slight whimper escapes her throat, but she instantly takes her cue from my lead, stroking me with a firmer grip. “I’m going to come down your throat, Jules.”

“Mmmhm,” she moans and nods her head.

“And fuck your mouth.” Her eyes flash with heat as she gives herself over to me.

It takes a dozen pumps between her slick, plump lips to bring me to the edge, my seed shooting down her throat in hot, thick ropes. My lady swallows every drop, which turns me on even more. I pull her up to her feet with my hand wrapped around her golden locks and claim her lips in a punishing kiss. It takes nothing to lift her, press her back against the shower wall, and plunge my cock deep inside her.

She moans and throws her head back. “Oh my God.”

“Fuck, you feel so good. I want to take you in every way, share your every fantasy, fulfill your every desire. I’m going to spend my life making you happy, Jules.”

“I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.” She wraps her arms around my shoulders and buries her face into my neck. “You make me happy.”

I let her legs down and pull my cock out of her, replacing it with my fingers, sliding against her g-spot while circling my thumb against her clit. Her knees buckle, and I hold her as another orgasm racks her body.

She falls limp against me, panting. I kiss her temple and smile. “I love making you come.”

6

JULIANNA

Maybe it’s all the orgasms, but I feel as light as a feather. With my body sated, my spirit is at rest. A sense of hope fills my soul, and I’m excited about my future for the first time in a long time.

I should have known something was about to go wrong.

Romero wraps me in a towel and sets me on the edge of the bed before drying himself off. He slides on his boxers and his jeans, and then leans over me with his hands pressed on either side of my hips, peppering my face with kisses until I’m once again flat on my back.

“I love you, Jules.”

“I love you.”

Heavy hands land on our door, causing both of us to jump.

Romero’s brow furrows, but he shakes his head. “It’s okay. I told Frankie where we are, so that has to be him. Go get dressed.”

I snatch my T-shirt and jeans off the floor and rush into the bathroom, a rock settling in my stomach. Frankie wouldn’t pound on the door that way, and we both know it.

My father’s booming voice comes through the bathroom door. “Where is she? Julianna!”

“Mr. Capo, calm down,” Romero says.

“Don’t you dare address me, boy. Julianna!”

I crack open the door, my hair damp and unbrushed, my bra and panties lying in plain view on the floor. Couple my appearance with the rumbled bed sheets, and it’s pretty obvious what’s happened in here—not that I would deny it. Romero walks over and makes eye contact through the crack in the door, nodding his head. “It’s okay, Jules. I got you.”

Opening the door, I take his hand and let him lead me into the kitchenette.

My father is red-faced as Peter Pareto walks through the open door, his lips curled in disgust as he looks me up and down.

“I’ve called the police. They’ll be here any minute to arrest you.” Spittle flies out of my father’s mouth. I’ve never seen him this angry.

Romero laughs. “For what? Spending the night in a hotel with my twenty-three-year-old fiancée?”

“Fiancée?” Pareto chokes.

“I forbid it!” My father screams. “It’s out of the question.”

“It’s already done,” Romero taunts. “Julianna is mine and has been since we were sixteen years old.”

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