Page 161 of Vega

“You chose to own my heart. That makes you responsible for it. So, you’re mine.”

Blushing, I admitted, “Loving you gave me the first family I’ve ever been afraid to lose.”

His hand closed around my waist, fingers digging into my skin with a possessive grip as he pulled me on top of him beneath the covers. Our warm bodies pressed together, and we collided in a kiss that was hungry. Our tongues tangled in a desperate, wet rhythm. His hands traveled over the curve of my back, sliding down to cup my ass and squeeze hard, hauling me closer until there was no space left between us, my breasts crushing against his hard chest.

“I love you,” I whispered against his lips.

His fingers slid under my bonnet and into my hair, tugging my head back slightly to expose my throat. “I love you too.”

Hearing those words made my sight blur, and a surge of emotion crashed over me that only intensified the ache between my thighs. I kissed him harder, feeling my body and heart crave him.

He rolled us over in one fluid motion, pinning me to the sheets and settling his heavy weight between my thighs. His lips moved along my jaw and down my neck, sucking a dark mark into the sensitive skin of my shoulder while my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him deeper into me.

“Dillo di nuovo. (Say it again),” I whispered, arching my back as his hand slid down, brushing against my clit through the thin fabric of my panties.

“Ti amo, Occhiali. (I love you, Glasses).”

His tongue swept across my lips before he moved down to capture a nipple. He sucked it deep into his mouth. I gasped, and my hips jerked upward, desperate for the feeling of his dick thrusting in me. He took his time. His touch was worshipful. He reached down, hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and ripped them aside to expose my soaking wet pussy to the cool air.

He didn't rush. He leaned down, and I could feel his breath hot against my inner thigh before his tongue flicked against my clit. I cried out, and my fingers clutched the sheets as he licked me with slow, rhythmic strokes, swirling around my nub and then diving deep inside me, his tongue mimicking the motion of a dick. I was shaking, my walls pulsing around the void where he should be.

Vega looked up at me, and his eyes were filled with lust and devotion. He reached down and freed his dick from his boxers. He guided the head of his dick to my entrance, rubbing it against my swollen folds, teasing me until I was sobbing for him.

“Please, Vega...,” I breathed.

He pushed inside me in one slow, agonizingly perfect thrust. I felt every inch of him stretching me open, filling me completely. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking him in as he began to move. It wasn't fast; it was a slow, grinding friction that hit every nerve ending. He sank deep, causing his balls to slap against my ass, before pulling back nearly all the way and plunging back in.

“Ti amo tantissimo. (I love you so much.).” My voice shook as the pleasure peaked.

“I love you too.”

He picked up the pace. His thrusts became harder and more urgent. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room. He gripped my hips, anchoring me as he hammered into me, his dick rubbing against my G-spot with every deep drive.

The feeling of him filling me and the overwhelming intensity of his love caused a tight coil of tension that suddenly snapped, sending waves of electricity crashing through my pussy. I clamped around him, my walls squeezing his shaft in tight, rhythmic pulses. Vega let out a guttural roar, his body stiffening as he delivered one final, deep thrust and came hard inside me, filling me.

I flipped the visor down for the third time and leaned closer to the mirror. My hair looked the same as it had five minutes ago, but I ran my fingers through it again, checked my lip gloss, then adjusted my glasses.

Vega glanced over from the driver’s seat. “Fixing the same piece of hair ten times ain’t changing nothing.”

I narrowed my eyes at him before returning to the mirror.

His mother had invited everyone over for brunch, and Vega had insisted that I come, which meant that I was about to meet his parents.

He reached over and closed the visor. “Stop.”

“I wasn’t finished.”

“Why you nervous? You already met half my family.”

“Meeting your cousins and brother isn’t the same as meeting your parents.”

“My parents are cool as hell. They’re gonna love you.” Then he kissed my fingers before pulling into the driveway. “You think too much.”

“Duh.”

He laughed and parked behind a row of cars. “You look beautiful. Stop stressing.”

We got out of the car, and I followed Vega toward the house on shaky legs. I’d never been in a relationship serious enough to meet anyone’s parents, much less sit down and share a meal with their entire family. I felt completely out of my league, but Vega kept my hand in his as he let us into the house, rubbing his thumb across the back of it.