“You can take it,” I murmur, stroking myself slowly. “You always do.”
I grab her hips and drag her toward me. She lets out a gasp, thighs falling open, her pussy still slick and throbbing from her orgasm.
I fist the base of my cock and drag the head through her wetness, letting the tip bump her clit just to watch her twitch.
“Santo—”
“Shh. Let me in.”
I push in slowly, the head breaching her tight entrance. She’s hot and wet and pulsing around me, and it takes every bit of control I have not to lose it right there.
“Fuck,” I grit, jaw locked tight. “You feel like fucking heaven, Dea.”
Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging in.
“More. I want all of you.”
“You’ll get it,” I growl, pushing in inch by inch until I’m fully buried in her. Her body takes me so perfectly, so tight around me it’s almost unbearable.
I start to move.
Long, deep strokes.
My hips grinding into hers with each thrust.
“More,” she demands, voice wrecked. “Please.”
Her nails dig into my back, and I welcome the sting, let it ground me.
“Faster,” she begs. “Harder, Santo, please.”
I pull back, then thrust forward hard, hips slamming into hers.
She cries out, head tipping back as I set a brutal rhythm, deep, relentless, possessive. Her legs wrap around my waist, locking me in place like she never wants me to leave.
“This what you wanted?” I pant, pounding into her harder.
“Yes—thank you, yes.”
She’s perfect, each time she clenches around me, it’s like she never wants to let go.
“You take me so well,” I grit, hand curling under her thigh to change the angle.
“Fuck!You were made for me, Dea.”
“Yours,” she sobs. “Always yours.”
I reach down, press my thumb to her clit, rubbing tight circles with every thrust. She clamps down around me, close again.
“Come for me again,” I command, breath ragged against her neck. “Give it to me.”
She’s already there. Her body arches, her pussy squeezing me so tight I nearly fucking break. Her moans echo through the room as she shudders under me, completely undone.
That’s it. That’s all it takes.
I slam into her once, twice more and then I’m coming hard, buried deep, spilling inside her with a growl that tears from my chest. Her name is a broken prayer on my lips as I grind throughevery pulse, every twitch of pleasure, holding her close like I could fuse us together.
For a long moment, we stay like that, locked together, breathing hard, her body trembling beneath mine. I press my forehead to hers, our breath mingling in the space between us. Her eyes are still hazy, pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed that perfect shade of pink that only comes after she’s been thoroughly ruined.
