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I kept the control, rolling my hips in tight, filthy circles that made his cock drag against every sensitive ridge inside me. Each grind forward rubbed my swollen clit right against the coarse hair at his base, sending sharp jolts of pleasure up my spine.“Fuck… you’re so tight,” Leo groaned, voice wrecked, fingers digging bruises into my hips."You are doing so great… my head is going blank, fuck!"His words hit me like a slap of heat."Oh yeah? What about this?"I clenched around him on purpose—hard—feeling him twitch and swell even thicker inside me.“God—do that again,” he begged, head falling back against the couch, throat working as he swallowed roughly.I did.Again. And again.Slowly squeezing him while I rose almost all the way off him, letting just the fat head stretch my entrance before dropping back down with a wet smack."Fuck… that's the best feeling ever."He sure knows how to get me hyped.I was bouncing on his cock with every energy inside me.The bounce started getti

The flight took us twenty hours to get to the Philippines and an hour drive to Leo's family estate in the city. Throughout the drive Leo complained about not wanting to go back ever and I kept reassuring him that he wouldn't regret this; however, inside me I had made up my mind to do everything possible to make sure it went well. I won't stay and let anyone talk down on my man, Leo. He went through hell and this time I am with him, there will be signs. "Welcome! Welcome!" Gwen shouted as soon as our ride stopped in front of the building at the centre of the whole estate. Workers in identical uniforms were like sand in that area. A male staff rushed and opened the door for Leo while the rest all had their heads bowed the moment Leo stepped out, in synchrony. My breath caught in my throat; I'd never seen anything like it in my entire life. Why would grown adults bow to another person? Is he a prince here or something? Leo waved off the male staff who opens his door when

The corridor to the visitors’ room felt longer than I remembered, each step heavier than the last. “Leo…” Gwen’s voice broke the silence. “Yeah? Something wrong?” She shook her head, eyes soft with guilt. “I want to apologize again. For lying to get you here… for dragging you back into all this. I know how much you hate being reminded of the past.” I forced a small smile. “It’s nothing to apologize for. Now that I’m here, there are things I need to do. And I’ve got you to thank for pushing me to face it.” She returned the smile, warmer this time. “You’ve grown up, Leo. A lot. I’m happy you and Charlotte found each other again. She’s good for you—really good. The way she looks at you, talks about you… I can feel how much she’s in love with you. Don’t ever let anyone make you doubt she’s the one just because of the age gap or her race.” I stopped walking and turned to face her fully. “You don’t have to tell me that. Even if you showed up tomorrow swearing she wasn’t ri

**CHARLOTTE'S POV**The door slammed open so violently it cracked against the wall. Gwen burst in with her face flushed, eyes wide with panic, chest heaving like she’d sprinted the entire estate.I shot to my feet, instantly alert.“Gwen, what’s wrong? Where’s Leo?”“Benjamin said…you something about you and Leo hit him,” she panted, voice trembling. “Now they’re fighting. Sofia, the wife is helping her husband—she slapped Leo, hit him over and over, screaming curses. He didn’t hit back. Not once. He just…stood there. Because he doesn’t hit women. She’s even trying to smash him with something. I’m sorry—I’m pregnant, I can’t get involved, and—”I didn’t let her finish.A slow smirk curled my lips. I shook my head, then reached up and tied my braids into a tight, high knot.Showtime.I yanked my skirt down over my hips, revealing the denim shorts I’d worn underneath—just in case. My fingers flew to my ears; I ripped the hoops out roughly, the metal scraping skin. Shoes was next. I k

I let my thumbs brush gently over his cheekbones, feeling the faint rasp of stubble beneath my palms. He exhaled shakily, the sound loud enough to echo in the quiet room. For a second he closed his eyes, leaning just enough into my touch that I felt the weight he’d been carrying shift—only a fraction, but it was enough. “I can’t believe someone cared that much about me,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Getting genuinely upset because of me… wanting to hear me out… that’s something I think only angels do. It healed that part of me that still feels like a scared, abused kid who can never be heard or seen. You’re an angel, you know that?” He was staring at me so intensely that even though I tried to avoid his eyes, my cheeks burned. “I’m not an angel,” I said softly. “I’m… a woman who’s in love with you. A woman who cares about you. And the mother of your children.” The words slipped out before I could catch them. A woman who can’t wait to be your wife… “Mother of m