I grip her fucking hips, lifting them slightly, aligning us.
She’s fucking writhing, so close, her eyes wide and desperate.
“Can I—” she starts, but I cut her off with a sharp fucking slap to her inner thigh.
“Hands stay,” I remind her, my voice stern. “You take what I give.”
I lower my mouth to her clit, sucking hard, and she arches off the bed with a scream.
I stop, pulling back, letting her crash down. Tears streak her temples.
“Please, Marco, please, I need to cum.” Her voice breaks.
“Ask nicely,” I demand, my thumb circling her clit with torturous precision.
“Please let me cum,” she sobs.
I intensify the pressure, watching her unravel.
Her thighs shaking, her back bowing.
“Mar— co—” she stutters.
She’s teetering on the brink.
“Now,” I order, and she shatters, a raw cry tearing from her throat as the first wave hits.
But I don’t stop. I keep my thumb working her, relentless, building her toward a second peak. She squirts all over my face, and I lap it up.
She thrashes, begging me to stop, to never stop.
Her words are incoherent, but her body is pure poetry. Every spasm, every flutter against my hand.
When she’s gasping, oversensitive, I finally relent.
Only then do I grab a condom from the dresser.
She watches, dazed, as I tear open the foil and roll it on, the latex smooth and cool against my heated skin.
Her eyes darken with renewedhunger.
I grip her hips, lifting her higher, and drive into her in one deep stroke.
She screams, her walls clamping down, trying to milk the fucking shit out of me.
“Hands stay,” I grind out, setting a brutal pace.
She’s still cumming, her orgasm rippling through her in waves as I fuck her through them. Sledgehammering.
Her moans are guttural, primal, urging me deeper.
I pin her wrists to the headboard with one hand, my other hand tangling in her hair, forcing her gaze to mine.
“You take it all,” I snarl, thrusting harder. “Every fucking inch.”
Her eyes glaze with bliss, her body surrendering completely. When she convulses anew, screaming my name, I let go, my release slamming into me like a blow.
I stagger, then collapse over her, still buried deep, our sweat-slicked bodies fused together.
