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“Can’t have that,” Renzo said, plucking those panties up from the floor that he’d discarded from her body earlier. “Can’t wake Diego up, Lucia.”

She peered over her shoulder at him, and her gaze darkened at the item he held. “Oh, my God.”

“Open up.”

Lucia grinned. “Seriously?”

“Can you keep quiet?”

“Yeah, probably not.”

Sweetly, she opened her mouth and let him stuff those black panties in. Fuck, he swore nothing looked better than her on her knees with her ass wide, her pussy on display while she watched him over her shoulder, and had panties gagging her quiet. His control was entirely gone, then. The only thing he really cared to think about was getting himself buried as deep into her pussy as he could. He did just that, too. Grabbed her waist with one hand, he lined up his cock against the soft flesh of her sex with the other.

All it took was one hard flex, and he was flying again.

Too close to coming again.

Barely able to breathe again.

There was something about Lucia’s pussy that could put him on his knees. She tightened around his length as he stretched her open, and worked his cock in until he couldn’t see anything but their bodies tight together when he looked down. Using the tip of his thumb, he dragged it around her sex, stretching those sensitive tissues a little more and loving the way her pussy hugged him tighter because of it.

Those moans of hers were quieter now.

They weren’t silent, though.

Pulling out, he slammed right back in again. Her knees slipped on the bed, but he already had an arm around her waist to keep her up. He couldn’t seem to fuck her hard enough, then. Like he couldn’t pound into her fast enough to satisfy the dark urge clawing at his insides. All the while, she watched him over her shoulder.

Lips curved around those black panties. Hair a wild mess. Eyes glittering.

Goddamn.

She looked good under him.

She always looked good like this.

He kept that pace up, and felt her hand slip between her thighs at the same time. Her hand worked at her clit while he pinned her to the bed by grabbing the back of her neck, and pushing the upper half of her body into the mattress.

Fuck.

“I want you to come,” he said, surprised at how hoarse his voice sounded.

Like he was aching from the inside.

Because he was.

He wanted her to come.

Because he needed to come.

The only time her gaze left his was when she did finally let go. He felt her back tense, and her hand between her thighs froze. He knew it in the way her pussy clenched even harder around him, and her eyes screwed shut before her teeth bared around those panties. She came hard—shaking and whining. He came harder, leaving streaks of come across her back when he pulled out just in time.

He’d been wrong before. She looked even better spread out on the bed under him with his semen painted on her skin.

She looked like sin, and his.

Nothing was better than that.

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