Her cries are a mix of pleasure and pain, a raw, ragged sound that goes straight to my head, and I can feel my control start to slip.
I set a punishing pace, a relentless rhythm that has the bed creaking in protest. I can feel her slick walls clamping down on me, trying to keep me inside, and it's the most fucking incredible feeling.
I'm so close, but I don't want this to end. I want to live in this moment, this feeling of being buried deep inside her, of her body wrapped around mine.
I slide my hands under her ass, lifting her hips, changing the angle of my thrusts, and she cries out, her body convulsing as I hit that spot deep inside her, that secret place that makes her lose her mind.
"Roberto, I'm…" she gasps, her hands fisting in my hair. "I'm going to come."
"Not yet," I growl, slowing my pace, deliberately denying her.
She sobs, her body writhing beneath me, a desperate, mindless plea for release.
"Please," she begs, her nails raking down my back. "Please, Roberto."
I want to see her face when she comes. I want to watch her lose control, to shatter in my arms.
But first...
I pull out of her, and she makes a sound of protest, a desperate, wounded noise that tears at my heart.
"Shhh," I murmur, soothing her. "I'm not done with you yet."
I move down her body, kissing my way back down to her wet, swollen pussy.
She's so beautiful like this, all flushed and sweaty, her body still humming with pleasure.
I lick her, a slow, thorough taste, and she cries out, her hips bucking off the bed.
Then I continue down, not stopping there, and I bite the tender flesh of her inner thigh, sinking my teeth in hard.
She screams, a raw, guttural cry of pain and pleasure, as I mark her, claiming her in the most primal way possible.
My name is a ragged sob on her lips, a litany of need and surrender.
I pull back and look at the mark I've left on her skin, a perfect, angry imprint of my teeth.
It's beautiful.
It's a brand. Apromise.
I move back up her body, positioning myself at her entrance again.
"You're going to feel it tomorrow," I murmur against her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "You're going to feel it every time you walk. Every time you sit down. And you're going to think of me. You're going to know you're mine."
I thrust back into her, hard, deep, and she cries out, her body arching off the bed as I hit a sensitive spot deep inside her.
I pull out, almost all the way, then thrust back in, hard and deep.
This is what I wanted. What I've been craving all night.
To be inside her, to feel her wrapped around me, to hear her crying out my name.
She’s all heat and tightness, a perfect, slick glove that’s custom-made for my cock. The feel of her, the taste of her, the scent of her… It's a potent cocktail that goes straight to my head.
"You feel so fucking good," I grit out, my hips slamming into her. "So tight. So wet. So mine."
I'm losing control. The tight coil in my groin is winding tighter and tighter, a desperate, aching need for release that I can no longer deny.
