“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groan, my hands flying to her hips.
She starts to move, rolling her hips, lifting and dropping, and God, that perfect, fat, round ass bounces with every thrust.
“You’re going to make me come too fast.” I slap her ass hard and she yelps, the flesh rippling. “Your ass is the fucking second coming, Sophia.”
She bends forward, supporting herself with her hands on the mattress, and bounces harder. Faster. Her ass shakes like an earthquake and I hold my hands up, framing it like a picture.
“Holy fucking shit. That’s going in the permanent spank bank right there. Fuck, I’m—” I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to come. “I’m not ready to be done with you.”
I shove her off me, onto her back, and get between her legs in one smooth motion, pushing inside her again, deeper this time. She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I fuck her slow. Deliberate. Lifting one of her legs over my shoulder so I can angle myself deeper, hitting spots that make her cry out. Her pussy is so soft, wet, warm, like velvet wrapped around my cock.
“Vincenzo!” She calls my name like a prayer, over and over, and I fucking love it. It takes everything I have not to just pound into her, use that pussy until I explode.
“I like it when you say my name.” I keep fucking her, rolling my hips at the end of each thrust, rubbing her clit with my pelvis. “I can’t remember the last time I fucked someone in the missionary position.”
“We don’t have to—”
“I like it.” The words surprise even me. “I haven’t fucked anyone’s pussy in forever, either.”
I grab one of her ankles in each hand and spread her legs wide open, pushing them back until her knees nearly touch the mattress beside her head. I thrust deep and she gasps, her back arching off the bed.
“Worth it to see that look.” I slam into her as she claws my chest, her eyes wild. “God damn. You are so fucking—”
Instead of finishing the sentence, I fuck her harder. Faster. Pounding into her like I’m trying to crawl inside her skin, nailing her to the bed so hard the headboard bangs against the wall. The nightstand shakes violently, the lamp teetering then crashing to the floor. The bed frame cracks with a sound like a gunshot, the mattress gapping beneath us as she screams.
I don’t stop. I fucking can’t. I keep driving into her until the pressure builds to unbearable and I pull out, rip the condom off, and come all over her stomach with a roar that tears from my throat.
“FUCK!”
I collapse on my stomach beside her, both of us breathing like we’ve run a marathon. Sweat slicks our skin, and my fucking heart is hammering against my ribs. Haven’t had a workout like that in awhile.
She runs her fingernails lightly up and down my back and I nuzzle into her neck, inhaling her that floral scent of hers mixed with cum and sweat.
“Your bed sucks,” I mutter against her skin.
“Well, now it does, yeah.” She laughs and I join her.
“Guess you weren’t expecting to get pounded by 230 pounds of muscle.”
“I wasn’t.”
I push myself up, surveying the damage. The bed frame is split clean through, the mattress sagging in the middle. She looks at it with me and shakes her head, still smiling.
As she heads to the bathroom, I climb out of bed and assess the situation. The frame is fucked beyond repair, but the mattress is salvageable. I drag the mattress onto the floor, push the pieces of the frame out of the way, and reassemble the bedding into a nest. As I pull my phone out to order a replacement, I hear Sophie in the kitchen and clinking dishes. She comes back into the room carrying a small plate piled with toasted baguette slices, thin-cut salami, and cheese.
“I ordered a new bed for you,” I say, settling back against the pillows.
“You didn’t have to do that.” She climbs into bed beside me and sets the plate on my chest.
I stare down at it, then up at her. “Wow. Full service.”
“It’s a guilty pleasure.” She tucks her legs beneath her, watching me with those big brown eyes. “I like to snack in bed after I fuck myself before I fall asleep.”
“I like you more every minute, princess.” I mean it. I do. I’ve spent a lot of time in safe houses over the years and this is by far the best experience yet.
She keeps her distance while we eat, respecting my space, and snacking alongside me in thoughtful silence. But when I set the plate on the ground, I pull her over to me.
