"That's it," he growls, his pace relentless as my body welcomes his thick cock over and over as he pounds into me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper, wanting more, needing more.
He gives me what I want, what I need. His thrusts become harder, faster, more demanding, driving me to the edge, to the brink of something so huge, so powerful, it’s terrifying.
I’m lost. Lost in the feel of him inside me, in the scent of him, in the sound of my name on his lips. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
He shifts his angle, sliding along my clit with each thrust. I cry out, my body tensing, my muscles clenching, my breath catching in my throat.
"You feel so good," I cry out, meeting him thrust for thrust.
"You like being fucked like this? Huh?" His teeth catch my earlobe and he bites, just a bit too hard.
I can only moan.
"Tell me," he urges as he drives in again.
"God, yes," I gasp. "I love it."
"Who does this tight little cunt belong to?"
His words are filthy, delicious, and send a fresh wave of heat through me.
"Say it," he demands.
"You," I gasp. "It belongs to you."
"That's not right," he scolds, driving into me harder.
I cry out, my body arching, my inner muscles clenching around him as the pleasure mounts to an impossible peak. I'm so close, so close.
"Say it!" he barks.
"You," I manage. "This cunt belongs to you!"
He makes a strangled, satisfied noise, a deep, guttural sound that sends a shiver down my spine. He gives me what I want, what I need. His thrusts become harder, faster, more demanding, driving me toward the precipice.
He lets go of my wrist, and my hands fly to his back, my nails digging in, a desperate, aching need to mark him, to claim him as he's claiming me.
The growl of pleasure rumbles through his chest and straight through me. His pace is relentless, possessive.
Big, hard hands move to my thighs, lifting my legs and hooking my knees over his elbows, spreading me wide. The new angle is intense, almost too much, the pleasure a sharp, exquisite ache.
He's fucking me into the mattress, a raw, primal act that leaves me breathless, aching for more.
Giovanni kisses me, a hungry, demanding kiss that I return with a desperate need of my own.
My world narrows to him. His body, his scent, the feel of him inside me. Nothing else exists. Nothing else matters.
He brings a hand between us, rubbing my clit as he continues to pound into me.
That’s it. That’s all it takes.
I scream as I come, a violent, convulsive orgasm that rips through me. The world shatters, a kaleidoscope of color and light and sound. My body convulses, my inner muscles clamping down on him, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me, leaving me a boneless, breathless mess.
I’m no longer a person. I’m a body. I’m a vessel. I am being well and truly fucked.
Through the haze, he's still moving, still thrusting, still chasing his own release. He's close, I can feel it in the tension in his body, in the way his breath hitches, in the desperate, hungry thrusts of his hips.
