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He didn’t fight it. He pushed so hard that I felt him on my stomach, and then he slapped my ass. “Is this what you want?” he asked with a husky tone. He pulled back almost all the way and bottomed out again. He started fucking me slow but hard. I gasped with every thrust. “Do you want to be fucked like a slut?”

“Yes!” My inner walls squeezed him. I pushed my hands under his shirt and scratched his back with my long nails. He hissed, and that only made me wetter. “I want to come all over your cock.”

“That you will,” he murmured and fucked me while grunting in such a sexy way. I never thought I could find everything sexy about a guy. Maybe it was all in my head because this was my last night out, but I doubted it. He was just a gift from God for all the shitshow I was going to have to endure.

I tried not to think about that. Only this moment mattered. I buried my face into his strong neck. I focused on his strong arms that held me up and the thick cock that was filling me up in the most delicious way. I only focused on pleasure, and soon enough, I started tightening around him.

“Fuck yes, baby,” he said fucking me harder. “Come all over me.”

“Ah,” I moaned into his neck, and when he angled his thrust in a way that his pelvis brushed my clit I couldn’t hold it any longer. I threw my head back and screamed as I came around him.

The sight of me coming must have pushed him because before I could gather my breathing, he fucked me with an uncontrollable rhythm, and I felt warmth even over the condom.

It was the end of my last escapade, and despite the thought, I smiled. I pressed one last kiss to his lips when we somehow gathered our breathing. He pulled out of me, my body making a wet sound, and I huffed. When he put me back on my feet, I fixed my dress and pulled back my panties. While he was busy tying up the condom, I smiled and said, “Thanks.”

Before he could answer, I left the storage closet and went back home, still feeling him inside of me.

Chapter 5

Valerio

“How do my eyes look?” Priscilla asked her husband as we rode at the back of the limo. We were going to the anniversary celebration of Borelli. For some fucking reason, it was an afternoon event. I was not awake enough for it yet. Priscilla was no different.

Antonio looked at his wife and kissed the side of her head. “You look beautiful all over.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“You look like you got a full night of sleep.”

I smiled at his words and couldn’t help but tease, “What’s the point of leaving the club early if you are not going to sleep?”

Antonio gave me a hard look.

My grin only widened. “Just joking. I know why. I heard you.”

Priscilla gasped. “You heard us?”

“Wasn’t the first time, Prisy.”Unfortunately.

Her cheeks turned pink, but she was not the type to back down because of my words. She turned to Antonio and asked, “How do Valerio’s eyes look? Apparently, he slept even less than me. I had to put on concealer on him.”

It was true. I didn’t care too much, but Priscilla refused to let me meet my potential wife, looking like a zombie. The worst part was the reason I didn’t sleep. I actually came back to the hotel not so late. However, I couldn’t sleep thinking about Ana.

Maybe it was the fact that I had a dirty fuck just the night before meeting my bride. Maybe I liked how naughty it was, but I didn’t think so. She was magnificent, and the sex was great. I just kept thinking about how I was going to marry a girl I didn’t even have that kind of chemistry.

It just got me depressed.

It was stupid.

Antonio didn’t play into our banter. “He looks presentable. You did nice, Love.”

Priscilla looked way too happy with that answer. “He needs to look at least a bit nice for Luciana, doesn’t he?”

Antonio nodded seriously, though it was hard to understand with him. He always looked serious. “I think he really should. Luciana Borelli is the daughter of a Don. She is probably very proper, virginal, and wanted by everybody.”

“Oh, so everything I want in a wife,” I said mockingly, and Antonio’s face hardened.

Priscilla shook her head and spoke before her husband could. “I don’t think you are right. She is nineteen and not yet promised. I am telling you there is a catch.”

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