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His words trigger more aftershocks. Depleted of energy, I collapse like a sack of bones. Only his arm around my waist keeps me up. I sink into that feeling of hopeless lethargy, letting him use me until his cock grows even thicker and his body pulls taut.
Warmth bathes me inside as he empties himself with a groan. He pumps until he’s dry before lowering me gently and following me down to the mattress. He keeps his weight on his elbows while planting a kiss on my neck.
“You took me well. Such a good girl.”
I sigh when he pulls out, already missing the contact.
“Put your hand between your legs,” he says.
I blink. “Why?”
“Do it.”
Frowning, I slide an arm between the mattress and my body.
“Here,” he says, taking my hand and pressing it over my folds. “Hold it in. If you let my cum leak out, you’ll get another spanking, and this time, I won’t be playing.”
I’m too tired to argue. It’s easier to just do what he says.
I don’t know for how long we lie there with him stroking my arm, my hair, and my back while I keep his seed from leaking out of my body, but I’m almost asleep when he says, “You’ve been a very good girl. I’m proud of you. You can let go now.”
I pull my hand from between my legs and turn into a more comfortable position on my side. I should get up and have another shower, but the heat of Saverio’s body as he spoons me from behind and traps me in his strong arms is too comfortable.
When he presses a kiss on my temple and says, “Sleep. I’ll keep you safe,” my eyes are already drawing close.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
Saverio
Sweat drenches my T-shirt. My trainers beat the path hard. Except for the spotlights that illuminate the road, Prospect Park is dark. It’s five-thirty. The sun won’t be up for another hour.
Despite the steady but tough rhythm I pound out on the concrete, frustration mounts inside me with every mile I cover. Why the fuck hasn’t Nicole replied yet? I sent three text messages since five o’clock. I have a good mind to drive over there, but her husband may not appreciate it if I kick down their door before he’s had his first cup of coffee.
Biting back the growing agitation, I push my heart rate to a hundred and seventy beats per minute. Near the entrance, I slow down to catch my breath. I’m doing my stretching when a call comes in on my smartwatch.
About fucking time.
I answer with a terse, “Cole.”
“Sav,” she deadpans.
“What took you so long?”
“Five in the morning? Are you serious?”
I grind my teeth. “It’s urgent.”
“Fucking your girlfriend hard is an emergency?” she asks with a dry chuckle.
“Just answer the question I asked you.” I spear my fingers through my hair. “Could I have hurt her?”
She sighs. “Is there spotting or bleeding?”
“No.” I clench my jaw. “I don’t think so.”
“Then it should be fine.” She blows out another long breath. “What’s gotten into you, Sav?”