Her body is shaking, and I know she's close.
My balls are tight, and I'm teetering on the edge.
"I'm gonna come," she cries out, the words tumbling out. "Please, Luca. Please, let me come."
Her pleas, begging for permission to come, are my undoing.
"Come, Elena," I groan, and the words are almost lost in my throat.
But she hears me loud and clear.
Elena lets out a keening wail, and her pussy pulses around me, tightening around me unbearably.
It's too much.
I erupt, my cock pulsing as I shoot hot jets of cum deep inside her.
She cries out, her body shaking and trembling, and I keep coming, my orgasm rolling over me in wave after wave of pleasure.
"Elena," I groan, the word a prayer on my lips.
Pleasure washes over me, and I can't stop.
Mine.
Mine.
It's like a mantra in my head as I thrust into her, filling her endlessly while she clamps around me, taking it.
My mind goes blank, and all I can think about is her, her body, her pleasure.
I don't know how long we stay like that, frozen, lost in the moment.
It could be hours or seconds.
All I know is that when the last wave of pleasure passes, and the fog of desire clears from my mind, the sight of her before me, bound and helpless, collapsed against the bed, brings it all crashing back.
My heart is racing, and I can already feel myself wanting more.
I'm not done.
Not by a long shot.
I slowly pull out, watching my cum leak out of her.
I reach between her legs and push it back in, loving the sight of her tight little hole stretched around my fingers.
"Mine," I say, and the word is barely audible.
Elena doesn't move. I'm not sure she even heard me.
I untie her wrists from her ankles and massage the tender flesh.
I run my hands up and down her back and arms, massaging gently.
Her skin is warm and soft under my fingertips.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
