I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Then he’s there, his hot and hard against my entrance. He teases me, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit, and I whimper, trying to move my hips totake him in.
“Please,” I beg, and my nails dig into the counter. He lines up with my entrance and pushes in, just an inch, and I gasp, my body stretching to accommodate him.
He pushes in another inch, then another, until he’s buried to the hilt. I’m so full, so complete.
He starts to move, a slow, deep rhythm that has me seeing stars.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He leans down and takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, and I cry out, my back arching off the counter.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I open my eyes and meet his gaze. His eyes are dark with desire, and the look on his face is one of pure, unadulterated need.
And it’s all for me.
The thought sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
He shifts his angle, and with every thrust, he hits that perfect spot inside me. The coil in my belly tightens again, impossibly fast. The sound of our bodies meeting, the slick, wet sounds of our fucking, fill the room. My whimpers and moans are getting louder, more frantic. I can’t stop them.
“You feel so good,” he groans. “So tight and wet for me.”
He reaches between us and starts rubbing my clit in tight, fast circles.
"Roberto, please," I beg. "Bite me."
"Olivia," he says, breathing hard. "I can't, sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you with the baby." His hips never stop their punishing pace.
“You won’t,” I say, my words coming out in pants. “I need it. Please.”
He looks down at me, his expression torn. The look in my eyes must be what decides him.
His fingers start rubbing my clit faster, sending my body into an arch. His hips speed up, and he pounds into me, hard and deep. I'm so close. The pressure in my clit builds, a delicious, tingling sensation that has me squirming. I try to hold on, to make this last, but it's too much.
"I'm going to come," I cry out. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
And then I'm falling, a wave of pleasure so intense it has me screaming his name.
But he's not done. He keeps pounding into me, then groans low and deep. All at once, he pulls out of me and guides me off the counter and onto the floor.
"Those tits," he growls, jerking his cock only inches away from my hungry mouth. "Let me see them. Show me."
I run my hands up my body and cup my breasts, lifting them for him.
"Please," I beg. "Roberto."
He groans, and with a final, shuddering breath, he comes. Hot, thick ribbons of his cum cover my breasts and neck. I watch, mesmerized, as he marks me, claiming me in the most primal way possible. I lean forward and clean the tip of his dick with my mouth, moaning at how good he tastes.
He shudders, then pulls back, helping me to my feet.
His lips find mine in a soft, tender kiss that's a stark contrast to the raw heat of moments before.
"Mine," he murmurs against my lips. "You're mine, Olivia."
"And you're mine," I whisper back.
"Always," he says.
He walks away to grab a towel from a drawer and wet it, and as he's walking back, I slide two fingers through the cum on my breasts and bring them to my mouth.
