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"Fuck me," she whispered. "Give me all of you."

His nostrils flared as he lowered his pelvis between her legs and positioned his fat cock at the opening of her vagina. He locked eyes with her. She gave him a small nod, holding onto his shoulders.

Dio slid into her, spreading her wide. She sucked in her breath at the pressure. Instead of plunging into her, he painstakingly lowered himself inch by inch.

The muscles in his forehead strained with control. She shuddered, knowing what he could do for her. Wanting what he could do for her. Needing what he could do for her.

Suppressed needs released in her. Her pussy spasmed.

"Fuck." He quivered, losing control.

She raked her fingernails down his chest, doing her best to make him move. Pinned beneath him, there wasn't much she could do. Her despair showed. She grabbed and pulled wherever her hands landed—on his chest, his stomach, his arms.

He slammed into her. The impact sent her head back, pressing into the mattress. Her heart pounded. She couldn't move through the shock of him filling her.

He growled, pulling his cock back and plunging again. She inhaled quickly, only to have him push the air out of her. Back and forth, she fought to draw oxygen into her body.

The power behind the act kept her moving underneath him. She couldn't stop. Pleasure grew andtightened and heated and held her captive.

Dio shifted his weight to one arm braced beside her shoulder and reached between them with his free hand, finding her clit. She bucked against his hand.

He plunged inside of her, rolled, and had her sitting on top of him, fully impaled. "I want your juice running down my cock."

She moved her hips in a figure eight—well, that was her plan. Her arousal had her erratic and grinding against him. Dio planted his hands on her ass, bringing her up and down. She braced herself on his chest.

His gaze swept straight to her breasts. She leaned forward, putting her knees on the bed and her feet behind her to lift herself up and down.

Sweat shined on Dio's forehead, and his lips parted. She couldn't stop. Every time she plunged down on him, her pussy spasmed.

"Oh, God." Her nails dug into his chest.

He lifted his ass off the bed, meeting her thrust for thrust. The slap of skin filled the room. She panted, unable to get off the high they were building.

Tottering on the edge, her legs quivered in exhaustion.

Dio grunted. He locked eyes on her. The second his brow twitched as he came, she sank down on him, bringing her clitoris into contact with his pelvic bone. She climaxed.

Her thighs squeezed his hips. She exhaled violently. The violent grasp on her body fluctuated. Her back bowed as she descended on Dio, landing on his chest.

Dio cupped the back of her head, stroking her hair. She closed her eyes, completely sated.

"I don't want you to leave me again," she whispered.

"I know, princess," he whispered back. "It's almost over."

Chapter Twenty Five

Maverick walked out of Whale's Tale holding three coffees. Dio stepped up on the sidewalk and relieved him of one of the cups. It was the last day of the search for Los Li. He was starting to think they high tailed it out of the area the day he'd spotted them staking out the pot shop because no one from Havlin had seen any sign of them.

In fact, they'd only seen one black Escalade throughout the entire week, and it ended up being a doctor from Portland traveling to the coast to spend a few days with his family.

The liquid scalded the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed. He needed something to keep him awake. They'd put all their energy into the search, only grabbing a few hours of sleep when their asses got tired of sitting on the bikes.

Brooke peeked her head out of the front door. "Babe?"

Maverick stepped away and went to his old lady. Dio held the cup to his mouth, letting the steam warm his face in the chill of the early morning.

Coastal fog hung thick in the air, dampening everything it touched. He looked up at the sky. It was going to be a hell of a day once the rain started.