Fuck me! How did I get so lucky?
Whatever she's doing to me works because soon I feel a tingling down my spine, and I know I'm close.
"I'm coming," I try to warn her, but she keeps on working me with her mouth until I simply explode. She's there to pick up the pieces as she swallows every last bit, shamelessly looking up and licking her lips as if it's the most delicious dessert.
"You're the best." I drag her up my body to kiss her, tasting myself on her just as she can taste herself on me. And fuck if that doesn't make me hard again.
She pushes me down, eyes on me as she looks around for something. A small smile appears on her face as she moves slightly to grab the knife before straddling me once more, my dick resting right between her labia.
"Allegra?" I ask as I watch her slide the knife over her palm before dragging it down my chest.
"Your turn," she says, her melodious voice enthralling.
I don't even ask what she means as she wraps my fingers over the hilt, pointing the tip of the knife right above her breast.
"Make me yours," she whispers, pushing it forward until it pierces the skin.
"You're mine anyway," I reply, the thought of hurting her making me sick.
"Do it," she urges, tightening her fingers on top of mine.
One look into her eyes and I see the conviction—but more than anything, I see her love.
I drag the knife down in a straight line, applying the barest pressure to break the skin. Blood coats the blade, but it's still not enough to hurt her.
Her breath hitches, and she trembles slightly in my arms as I engrave my initial into her flesh, arousal dripping from her pussy as she slowly moves back and forth on top of my dick. I'malready hard, her juices coating my shaft, the increased friction pure torture.
"Done," I say, dropping the blade and leaning in to suck at the errant blood.
The back of her hand presses to my cheek in a sweet caress.
"I want to fuck you, Enzo," she whispers in my ear, "will you let me?"
"Use me," I tell her, "use me and take your pleasure, little tigress. I'm all yours."
A satisfied smile appears on her face as she gives me a gentle shove. I fall to my elbows, all the while watching her, entranced by her sensuous movements and the fluid sexuality dripping from her. I'd known from the very beginning that under so much fire, there could only be a volcanic passion waiting to be awakened.
She raises herself slightly, moving her hips in a sultry dance, teasing me with the mere touch of her pussy on my skin. My cock is rock-hard and straining for attention.
No matter how much I'd like to shift her onto her back and plunge into her, I need to wait.
This is her moment.
She dips her hand between her legs, gathering her moisture and smearing it down my shaft. I close my eyes, acknowledging I've already lost this game.
She has me in the palm of her hand, and I can only focus on not spilling myself on the spot, the visual stimulus of her body—so seductive, the epitome of femininity—already taking me to the brink.
Finally, taking mercy on me, she captures me in her hand, positioning the head at her entrance and slowly lowering herself onto my cock. Hooded eyes, mouth agape—pink and wet—she moans as I fill her, her walls snugly engulfing my cock. The sensation is unlike any other. Her channel grips me tightly, her heat welcoming me home.
"Little tigress," I gruff out when she's impaled herself to the hilt. "I love you."
Her entire face lights up, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes as she returns the words.
"I love you too, Enzo. Forever."
Hands on my chest, just under my gash, she pushes herself up, my cock slipping almost completely out of her before she slides down again. She takes a moment to find her rhythm, but soon she's riding me like we've done this a million times in the past.
She gives a tiny whimper as my cock hits her spot. My hands on her hips, her own fingers playing with her nipples, she is fully in control as she fucks me with reckless abandon.
