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He finds my clothes no problem for his nimble hands and works them off me without ever breaking the kiss. His hands roam my body like he knows it by memory. His touches are soft where I need them and rough where I crave them.

I pull at the zipper of his suit once I’m naked, needing to feel his skin on mine, and he doesn’t stop me. He’s naked under the thick leather outfit made to protect bikers if they crash.

I break away from the kiss to look at him.

“You’re wet,” He’s hot and clammy from the humidity.

“That’s my line.” I giggle as he drops down to his knees.

“Are you sure?” His nose tickles the top of my mound before he drags his tongue through the evidence of said wetness.

“Mmm, positive, but you’re about to get wetter.” He latches on to my clit with a brutal suck.

“Fuck,” I gasp at the force of it.

It’s as if he wants to draw my very soul out of my body and into his. When his tongue joins the action, I fly off into space. He never once stops sucking and licking through my shutters. When he pushes two fingers inside me, the trembling is renewed until my body goes completely limp.

“Now I know the secret to making you stay quiet. I plan to exploit it often.” He laughs as I find the strength to flip him off.

“My turn.” He flips me on my belly and lifts my ass to meet his cock.

“Hold on, Bella. This is gonna be fast and rough.” Before I can give him a smart-ass answer, he delivers on his words.

He thrusts so deeply inside me that I relish in the painful pleasure it causes when I”m forced to take that last little bit of cock that makes me think it’s too much. I moan as my muscles start to spasm into another orgasm.

And then he just stops.

He holds himself flush to my ass, his brutal grip on my hips not allowing me to pull away, and starts to grind in small tight circles so that I feel every solid hard inch of him destroying my senses.

“This is the first and the last dick you’ll ever cum on. I don’t care or want to know if there were others. I’ll erase every trace of them. Now scream my name so every last fucker in this place knows who you belong to.” I bite my lip, trying and failing to keep my noises under control.

“Fuck you,” I grunt out, and the laugh he lets out is manic.

“I am! For the rest of my life, I will fuck you now cum.” His hand leaves my hip and flicks my clit causes a chain reaction I couldn’t stop if my life depended on it.

“FUCK YOU DIEGO!” I scream as my thighs shake from the strongest orgasm of my life.

“Jesus, woman,” he curses as I clamp down on him while he tries to move inside me.

I feel him start to throb and release as he calls my name just as loudly, and I smile smugly.

I may be his, but he’s mine, too.

Fucker.

We collapse on the bed sated and exhausted. When I next open my eyes, it’s past noon, and I groan as I work my way out from underneath where Diego has me pinned.

“Mmm,” he mumbles as I move to the shower.

I start up the water and pee while it warms up. He finds me sitting on the toilet, lost in my own head.

“What’s wrong, Bella?” He crouches in front of me, and I wave him away to clean up and stand.

I place my hands on my hip, very aware of how naked I am but trying to convey I’m about to be serious.

“We should talk babies.” His jaw drops, and I chuckle.

Got him.

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