Page 149 of Never Say Never

"York," I cried out, my legs hooked around his hips.

"Look at you, stuffed full and still you're clinging to me."

York teasing did something to me, breaking a part of my brain. It was only fueling my crazed obsession with him. After this, I wasn't so much as letting him out of my sight, ever.

"I knew you were a whore, Paolo, anyone’s cock would do, wouldn't it?" He slammed into me harder, stealing my breath away.

I shook my head. willing my hands to cooperate. I grabbed the back of his head and brought our faces close. "Solo tu. Il mio amore, il mio tutto. Voglio solo te e solo te."

York nipped at my lips as he rolled his hips. His cock hit places that I hadn't known were even possible. Years of experience couldn't have gotten me ready for York Washington. Nothing could have.

"English." York pressed firmly inside of me. "You're mine, say it," he growled.

This man.

"Fuck yes," I shot back.

The grin on his face was one of pure victory. He could have it. I'd be his just as long as he understood he was mine. He bent down and took my mouth in a demanding kiss that I gave into.

"Do whatever you want, sweet cheeks. Rearrange my guts," I groaned.

York smiled before he pulled back. "You. Have. No. Idea. How. Horny. I. Was. At. Work." Each word was accentuated with a punishing thrust and a growl. Each slam of his cock forced the dildo to hit my prostate along with the vibrating bullet. "It's. All. Your. Fault."

I nodded my head, being driven into complete madness by his dick. I wasn't even sure if I was speaking English or Italian. Nodding was all I could muster. It was my fault, all my fucking fault.

"You're going to pay for every single picture and video," York threatened.

If this was how I paid, I'd gladly take the punishment again and again. Breathing was becoming a chore; anything besides being York's personal cum bucket was too much to handle.

Our fingers locked together, and I lost it. The small connection was enough to drag me down into the abyss of my climax. My back arched as pleasure ripped through me. I gripped York's hands so tightly, I was sure I'd hurt him. My toes curled in the air as I lost my last brain cell.

"That's it, milk my cock like the cum hungry slut you are," York encouraged.

He fucked me harder, draining out my climax. Even when there was no more cum left in my body, spasms continued to plague me. Darkness flickered around the edges of my vision, whispering sweet bliss any second. Heat flooded me and filled me with a sensation I could honestly get addicted too.

York slowly pulled out of my well-fucked hole. The double dildo slipped free along with a gush of York's cum. It felt hot between my cheeks. Pleasure washed over me, and I moaned helplessly.

My former boss kneeled above me, breathing heavily, staring at me with a wanton look. I knew it well; he wasn't done with me even a little bit. The toy was turned off and the constant vibration stopped torturing me. Still, I spread my legs, inviting York back between them.

"Don't tell me you're finished handing out my punishment just yet, old man."

York gripped the back of my thighs and pushed my leg's forward. "Not even close. You're going to need more days to recover when I'm done with you."

I didn't doubt him. A soft chuckle left from between my lips. "Non permetterò mai che tu mi lasci. Preferirei ucciderci entrambi piuttosto che lasciarti andare. Mia per l'eternità." I kissed York. "I love you."

"I know you said something unhinged." When I didn't deny it, he leaned forward and stole another heart-stopping kiss. "I love you too."

Benito's place was full of people. Each of the brothers and their spouses. I was in a house full of criminals, and I didn't feel nearly as weird as I should have. The girls ran right over to Benito with a smile plastered on their faces. With the holidays quickly approaching, I realized it wouldn't be such a lonely Christmas this year. We had Paolo and his family now.

"Uncle Benny," they shouted in unison.

"Since when did the girls start calling Benito uncle?" I asked.

Harlow came out of nowhere, moving from behind me. "Your guess is as good as mine. They love him." He sighed, staring at my kids as if they were aliens, instead of children.

"Huh, guess that's good."

"Good for who? Now my husband is thinking we should potentially have two more kids. I'm struggling with the one we got." Harlow scooped his hair up and let fall only to repeat the motion.