“And you’ll get me,duci,” he finally growled.
His hand tightened on my throat, his thumb digging into a part that was sensitive from a hickey, while the other sped up. His fingers flattened until he pinched my clit between his knuckles. I jolted at the strange pressure, then hissed as he forced me to come.
That was how I felt—like he was on a direct mission to get me screaming.
I wasnotcomplaining. Well, I wouldn’t later.
Eyes locked together, he got me off like that. Totally in charge of my body. Totally in charge of my pleasure. Totally in charge ofme. And somehow, I didn’t scream. I internalized the ecstasy until it hurt. It hurt so good. So, so, so good.
Every experience was intense with him, but I realized I’d never felt as safe as I did right now. As protected. As loved. And that let me fly higher. Freer. And for longer.
Tears poured down my cheeks when I came back down to earth.
But he didn’t let me stay grounded for long.
A swift jostle here and there and suddenly, his cock sank into me, hitting right where I needed him.
As his tip burrowed, lodging itself deep inside my aching emptiness, I stammered, “S-Stan, fuck, I feel so full?—”
“This pretty little pussy was made for me. My kitty.” I smiled just before he cut off my air with the slightest pressure of his thumb. “You’ve been so good, being this quiet… I want your air, myliunissa. Will you give it to me?”
Eyes flaring wide as I stared at the ferocity in his, I nodded.
“Words,duci.”
“Yes,” I rasped.
I let him own each breath, wanting him to feel the level of trust as it flowed between us, knowing that he brought out the freak in me and that there was nothing to be ashamed of.
When my lungs started to burn, he bottomed out inside me.
Those hungry lungs of mine seemed full ofhim. He took up every barren space I had. He even treated my mouth to two fingers he thrust in there, letting me suck on them while encouraging my continued silence as he gagged me. Filling me to overfull.Everywhere.Branding me with his heat in a way my body would never forget.
I gasped, on the brink of choking, when he let me go and the rush of endorphins that brought with it had me exploding around him.
As I gorged on air, I felt exponentially more breathless because while I soared high and fast, not exactly flying but gliding, I couldn’t catch my breath.
Then he grabbed my chin and turned me toward him. “Open your mouth.”
I did as he bade, blindly watching him as he sealed our lips together and blew air into me—breathing for me.
All the while, he fucked me, doing the work, claiming me, thrusting that thick cock through my tender walls, pulsing and overwrought, stimulating me to the max.
This had to be how insanity felt?!
The rocket show that lit me up from the inside out had an audience of two as he pushed me straight into another orgasm.
I broke the seal. I had to. Just so that I could gasp his name. And as I did, he tensed, his limbs juddering as he finally found his own pleasure.
He moaned my name too, then groaned, “Per sempri,Kitty.Per sempri.”
Forever.
Those two words sank into my being.
They meant more than ‘I love you.’ They said so much. So concisely.
Leaving me with no choice but to exhale, “Per sempri, Stan.”
