Page 63 of Humility

“Yes.” I bucked under him, wanting him to move.

“I’m going to fuck you and make sure this time you get pregnant, Tiger.” He pulled back and thrust into me, and I wanted to cry. It felt so good.

“Yes,” I screamed, wanting more and agreeing to have a family with him. I’d always pictured multiple kids with him and Dario, and I loved the idea of adding Enzo. My relaxed mind and body were on the same page, and I felt the climax quickly rushing to the surface. I clung to his shoulders as he fucked me hard, and with each thrust, he whispered something else dirty in my ear.

“Tell me, Tiger, did you dream of my cock at night? I bet you touched yourself thinking of me.”

I cried out as the climax hit, and the waves of pleasure washed over my body. I jerked and whimpered with the feel of two mouths on my nipples as Angelo picked up the pace until every thrust made me scream.

“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust.” Mine,” Angelo said, pounding into me and yelling my name as he came. I never wanted to wake up from this dream. I slumped, panting hard. “I love you, Tiger, remember that. I never stopped loving you.”

He slipped from my body, and I felt empty all over again. I didn’t want the dream to end. I wanted to take as much of this feeling as possible and hang on to it.

“No, please. Don’t go,” I said.

“Amorina,” Dario said softly, kissing my cheek, and I almost cried with joy that he was still here. I loved it when he called me his little love. It had been so long since I heard that name. My chest warmed, and my stomach tightened with the single word. Angelo talked dirty, but Dario made me feel like a princess. “Do you still love me, Amorina?”

His fingers trailed along my body in lines that made me shiver. “Yes,” I said, rolling in his direction and grabbing his face. I never wanted to let go of the calm he brought to my soul. “I missed you.”

“Shh, don’t cry.” His arms wrapped around me, and I wished I could see his face in the dark. “I’m never leaving you again. Do you hear me?” I nodded, but the tears still fell as I held him tighter. I loved Angelo, but I could be vulnerable with Dario, and he wouldn’t judge me. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

He chuckled, and the rumble made me warm all over. “That’s not even possible.”

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DARIO

Pulling the blankets over us, I cuddled Jasmine as close as I could and let her cry. I shot the odd glare at Angelo, who was sitting in the chair watching. My loyalty ran deep for him and his family, but my resentment had grown over the last five years. I’d pined for her before we were together, but I knew she was always out of reach. Once we kicked that door open and I had her, I wanted to hold onto her forever. Leaving her had ripped out my heart. To feel her crying in my arms broke me all over again.

She lifted her head, and I dropped my lips to hers, kissing away the salty tears. No matter what happened from this moment on, I would never let her go. They would have to pry her from my cold, dead body before I let anyone come between us.

Jasmine deepened the kiss, her hand running down my side as she pulled me closer. I wanted to have her like Angelo, but I also wanted to tell her to stop and wait until she was awake and wanted this. Fuck, she was making it very difficult to do the right thing.

I tried to pull out of her grasp slowly, but she whimpered and held on so tight that there was no way I was going anywhere. Rolling us over, I settled on top of her and slid her devious hands above her head. She gripped onto mine, and my heart pounded hard behind my ribcage.

“I shouldn’t do this,” I whispered, rubbing my cheek against hers.

“Please,” she said and slipped her legs around me.

Every muscle tensed as my entire body screamed to be inside of her. She mumbled and wiggled beneath me, and still, I refused.

“Dario, please.” Her hands squeezed mine, her labored breathing pushed her breasts against my chest, and I shook with a carnal need .

“Just do it, Dario,” Angelo said, and my head whipped in his direction.

“Fuck off,” I growled, and his eyes went wide. “Don’t push me tonight.”

“Fine, do whatever you want, but we only have about twenty minutes left before we need to clean up.” Standing, he marched out of the room.

“I’ll give you some privacy,” Enzo said, but I didn’t look at him as he closed the door. All my attention was on the woman beneath me.

“Dario,” she repeated my name, and it sounded like she was in pain. Her begging was my undoing. I was an ornery fucker, able to rip out another man’s heart or tear him into pieces with my bare hands, but a single touch from my beautiful Amorina and I caved to whatever she wanted.

“I’m a terrible person. I shouldn’t be doing this to you.” Closing my eyes and breathing in her scent tore me in two. But the decision was made for me when she bucked up with her hips, and the tip of my cock slid into her.

“Yes,” she panted and pushed up again. Her hips moved me deeper, and that was all I could take. She cried out in pleasure as I pressed the rest of the way inside of her.