Page 34 of The Veiling

“Me too, baby.” I panted, “Are you okay?”

She nodded, dragging her fingernails down my biceps. “More.”

I smirked. “More than okay?”

“More…harder,” she whined louder, “please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mm-hmm.” She writhed beneath me. “You feel so good. It’s been too long.”

“Only a few days.”

“Forever.”

Hoping she would be fine, I picked up the pace, fucking her deeper and harder just like she loved it. She cried out and a part of me was worried, but I knew she would tell me if I needed to stop. The louder she was, the harder I plunged in and out of her. Soon, I became lost in her as I had always been.

Holding her ankles, I flipped her over onto her stomach. “On all fours.”

“Yes, sir,” she cooed. “Are you going to spank me?”

“Not this time, amore.” I gripped her ass, pulling her toward my cock, and pushed deep into her center once again. “After you’re clear.” I held her hips firmly, fucking her fast from behind, watching her in the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.

She groaned in frustration, pushing back harder on me, grinding herself on my cock in a figure eight. I could not take it any longer. The way her body was moving against me, and the tightness of her pussy caused me to almost lose every ounce of control.

“Mmm, can I cum for you, sir?” she sang innocently.

“Cum, amore.”

The walls of her core squeezed me as she let herself come unhinged. Her breath hitched, and she laid her cheek on the bed. “Oh my God. That was so…powerful. It’s been too long.”

Gently stroking her lower back, I smirked. “You’re okay, yes?”

She collapsed onto the bed and rolled over, smiling. “Baby, I’m fine. I promise. You are too worried about me.”

I rested on my side next to her, slipping my arm under her then pulling her against me. She threw her leg over my stomach. The sound of our breathing filled the silence in the room.

I did not want to leave her to go to Colombia, but I knew it needed to be handled as soon as possible. While William was making flight arrangements, Noah and Joseph were securing the perimeter of the estate as they did every evening before bed.

“You’re going to be mad at me, but I have to leave tomorrow.”

“I’m not mad.” She groaned. “I know this is the only way we’ll ever live peacefully.”

Stroking her thigh, I leaned forward, kissing her forehead. “Let’s go shower.”

Her stomach growled and she instantly, placed a hand on it.

“Apparently, you need food.”

She giggled. “Yes, go clean up. I’ll be back up in a bit.”

Marco

Not wanting to bother anyone, I snuck downstairs after putting on a pair of my satin Victoria’s Secret pajamas; a black button-up shirt and matching mid-thigh shorts with baby pink trim. As I entered the kitchen, Noah and Laura were sitting at the breakfast nook, whispering back and forth. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling his face to hers in a kiss.

“Should I clear my throat to announce my presence?” I giggled, waltzing toward the refrigerator.

“Your house,” Noah joked. “You can do whatever you want.”

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