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I give her a few moments to adjust, my hands reaching around to cup her breasts as she breathes heavily.

She moans in response.

I take that as my green light and I pull out almost completely, only to repeat my previous trick.

My balls hit her skin as I bury myself to the hilt, the grip on her hips rough and bruising in the most delicious way possible.

I don’t hold back and she better not expect me to.

Her walls tighten around me as I slide in and out of her.

With a loud grunt, I pull out again, an arm snaking around her waist and spinning her around once more.

I hoist her up and she wraps her legs around my hips, heels digging into my back.

Her eyes lock with mine and I see pure hatred burning in them.

No matter. I’m sure it’s reflected in mine as well.

This is nothing but biology and physical need.

Nothing more.

“Fuck—” she moans when I fill her again, the new angle making her throw her head back, her mouth agape with pleasure. “F-fuck?—”

My thumb is on her clit again, stroking and circling. “Say my name when you come all over my cock,” I rasp.

“No,” she snaps, bringing her head back to glare at me.

She doesn’t run the show here.

Ido and whatIsay goes.

I want her to say my name.

I want her to fuckingbegfor me to finish fucking her.

I want her to be embarrassed afterward that she begged for my cock.

I stop moving and touching her. “What’s. My. Name.”

“Fucker,” she spits out.

Clever.

I slam my hips back into hers and reach up to wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing the tender flesh of her neck. “What’s my name, Giuliana?”

She tries to shake her head but my grip is relentless as I move at a punishing pace, my hips rutting into hers. “Say my name.”

“Luca,” my name is nothing more than a whisper and yet it’s enough to unleash me. “Fuck,Luca?—”

My movements grow desperate, erratic. “Fuck,” I grunt, my breath coming in pants. “You fucking filthy girl. You like being clenched around my cock like that, don’t you?”

I don’t even know what the fuck I’m saying. I’m babbling, saying whatever the fuck springs into my brain.

Giuliana seems to like it as her breathing becomes sharper and shallower and she’s thrashing against the wall, her cunt spasming around my cock.

When I thrust into her one last time, she hits the wall with the back of her head, but it doesn’t matter.