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I’ll never get enough of her.
That’s my only thought as I slam inside of her and hear her scream in response.
Her blonde locks are framed around her face like a halo. Fitting, since it almost feels like she was sent from above just for me.
In the years she was gone, I used to think that to be true. Only I thought she was sent here to destroy me, because after having her and losing her, I was ruined without her.
She is my fucking life and losing her almost killed me.
But now that I have her again? There’s no going back. I’ll be Sloane’s until the day I die, and I can only hope that she’ll be mine, too.
“You’re so tight and wet for me, baby,” I grunt as I pull back and thrust into her. “Your pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around me.”
She whimpers beneath me and I lean down to capture her mouth with mine. The kiss is as rough as my thrusts as I pound into her like my life depends on it. My thumb finds her clit and I rub in circular motions, fucking desperate to get her off.
“Come for me, baby.” I speed up my tempo. “I need to feel your pussy squeeze the life out of my dick. Be a good little cock slut and shatter for me,” I grunt, and like the good little girl she is, her head tips back on a silent scream as she tightens around me. Her body trembles as her orgasm takes over. I slow down a little to fight off my own orgasm.
“Perfect. Fucking perfect,” I grunt as I continue with slow thrusts as she comes undone. Her little moans and whimpers only serve to turn me on more, and I want nothing more than to fuck her like a man possessed until I spill inside of her, but I’m not ready for this to be over yet. I want this to last.
My mind still can’t process the fact that she’s back, and that this time, she means to stay.
The pain from losing her still ebbs and flows inside of me, but I plan to cherish every goddamn moment I have with her. I won’t ever take her for granted, I won’t ever become complacent with having her in my life.
She deserves the fucking world, and for some crazy reason, she’s allowing me to be the one to give it to her.
“Are you ready to give me one more?” I ask between shallow thrusts.
She shakes her head adamantly. “I can’t, Marco. It’s too much,” she whines, and I grin down at her.
“It’ll never be too much, baby,” I murmur as I stare down at her in awe. “Not with us. I promise.”
I pull out and grab her hips, pulling her towards me until she slides off the counter before I spin her around and grab the back of her neck, pushing her down until her face is flat against the island and she’s bent over for me.
“Such a compliant little whore, aren’t you?” I ask as I line myself up with her entrance. “So full of attitude outside of the bedroom, but as soon as I get you naked, all you want to do is give in to me.” I slowly inch my way inside of her and she whimpers in response.
“Marco,” she whispers like a plea on the tip of her tongue that wraps around me, blanketing me in her.
“You good, baby?” I ask.
“So good,” she says and turns her head more to look at me. “But you promised me another, so I’m really gonna need you to fuck me now.”
Holy goddamn shit.
“You trying to kill me, little warrior?”
“Not before you make me come, I’m not,” she says with a grin. I shake my head in mock exasperation before slamming inside of her. She gasps, clearly not expecting it, but I don’t slow down.
I fuck her harder and faster. I push her head into the counter, careful not to push too hard, but just enough that it renders her unable to move.
I wrap my other hand around her waist and bring my fingers to her clit, tweaking and rubbing in slow motions as I increase my pace. I’m right on the edge and I know I don’t have long left. I need her to fucking come.
“Come for me, little warrior,” I mutter quietly and slap my hand against her clit. She cries out at the motion and instantly tightens her walls around me. I do it again just as she shudders beneath me and lets out a long, sinful moan. The sound is like music to my goddamn ears and I can’t hold on any longer. My movements become choppy and erratic as those tingles make their way from the bottom of my spine. I spill inside of her, following it up with a loud groan as I fill her full of my cum.
“I love you, Sloane,” I murmur softly as I pull out of her. She doesn’t say it back, and she doesn’t need to. She needs to heal before she can say those words, and I’ll be by her side every step of the way.
Waking up with Sloane in my arms this morning was a dream come true. I didn’t even have to feel the fear of last night being an illusion because it was her hair in my face as she shifted in her sleep that woke me up at 5:00 a.m.
This girl can wake me up at any hour if she lets me hold her like I did this morning. It was two hours before she finally woke up, and I spent those two hours lying there, looking down at her, unable to believe that this was my reality.
I was also pleasantly surprised to check my phone as I was making coffee to find a text from Luca, telling me to take the day off and that he’d cover for me. When I told Sloane, she told me that she passed the guys last night as they were leaving, so I’m guessing he knows that we’re finally sorting our shit out.
Which is how we’re here, strolling through Central Park as light snow falls around us. It melts as soon as it hits the ground, so thank fuck I don’t have to wade through a snow covered park. This usually wouldn’t be my thing, but Sloane insisted on taking a walk through here since she hasn’t been here since she moved back. Far be it from me to deny that girl a single thing.
“They’re not necessary,” Sloane grunts and gestures towards the two men following behind us.
“We’re still being targeted, and we still have no idea by whom. It’s better to err on the side of caution.”
“Marco, I could probably shoot better than you, we don’t need them,” she insists, and I scoff at her.
“Baby,” I say placatingly. “I’m sure you’re a good shot, but there’s no chance in hell that you’re better than me.”
Her eyes roll and she shakes her head. “Okay, we’re going to prove it,” she says adamantly. “Take me shooting.”
I raise a brow. “What happened to our date day and taking a walk through the park?” I ask with a grimace while gesturing around our surroundings.
“Fuck the park.”
Thank fucking God.
