I leaned down, my mouth finding the pulse at her throat, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.She tasted sweet and pliant.Her fingers tangled in my hair, nails scraping against my scalp.
I gripped the fabric of her blouse and yanked, the sound of tearing silk filling the room.Tone gasped, arching up off the bed, her hands still buried in my hair, and when I bit down just hard enough to make her whimper, her legs fell open.
“Fuck,” she hissed, her eyes dark, her lips wet where she’d bitten them.
I didn’t waste time.My hands went to her jeans, working the buttons deftly, before I rolled the fabric down her thighs and past her long, toned legs.My hand slid between her thighs, my fingers finding her already wet.The sound she made—somewhere between a moan and a curse—went straight to my cock, which was painfully hard, straining against my slacks.I circled her clit, slow at first, then faster when her hips jerked up, seeking more.
“You’re soaked,” I growled against her skin, my voice rough.“How long have you been thinking about this, olenyonok?About me fucking you?”
Her answer was a broken sound, her back arching as I slipped two fingers inside her.She was tight, hot, her walls clenching around me like she never wanted to let go.I groaned, my thumb pressing down on her clit as I fucked her with my fingers, my other hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.
“Yes—fuck—yes,” she choked out, her nails digging into my shoulders as she begged me not to stop.
I didn’t, simply because I couldn’t.Not when she was writhing under me, her body trembling, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.I added a third finger, stretching her, preparing her, and when her muscles locked up, her orgasm crashing over her, I didn’t let up.I kept going, drawing it out, making her ride my hand until she was boneless, her chest heaving, her skin slick with sweat.
Only then did I pull my fingers free, bringing them to my mouth.Her taste exploded on my tongue—rich, musky, uniquelyhers—and I groaned, my cock throbbing in response.
Tone watched me through heavy-lidded eyes, her lips parted, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.
“You’re still dressed,” she slurred, her voice thick.
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I stripped fast, my jacket hitting the floor first, then my shirt, the buttons popping in my haste.My belt came next, the leather hissing as I pulled it free, followed by my slacks and boxers.My cock sprang free, thick and flushed, the tip oozing precum.Tone’s gaze locked onto it, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“Condom,” she managed, her voice rough.
I didn’t move.Instead, I gripped myself, stroking slow, my eyes never leaving hers.“You sure you want that?”I asked, my voice dark.There was nothing I would’ve liked more than seeing Antonella Cavalho’s belly swollen with my offspring.“You sure you want anything between us, Tone?”
Her breath hitched.For a second, I thought she might push me away.I thought she might just remember all the reasons this was a terrible idea.But then she reached for me, her fingers wrapping around my wrist, pulling me down.
“Fuck the condom,” she whispered against my mouth.“Fuck everything.”
That was all the permission I needed.
I surged forward, my body covering hers, my cock sliding against her wetness.She was still sensitive, her body twitching with every brush of my tip against her clit.I could feel her pulse against me, her breath hot against my neck.
I pushed inside her in one fluid movement, burying myself to the hilt.The sensation of her heat and tightness wrapping around me was overwhelming.Her body gripped me like she was made for me.Tone cried out, raking her nails down my back, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my forehead pressing against hers.“You feel—Christ, Tone?—”
She didn’t let me finish.Her hips rolled up, meeting my thrusts, her body moving with mine like we’d done this a thousand times before.The bed creaked under us, the headboard knocking against the wall in a rhythm that was anything but quiet.
I gripped her hip, my fingers digging into the soft flesh as I drove into her, each thrust harder than the last.The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with her breathless moans, the way she chanted my name like a prayer.
“More,” she demanded, her voice raw.“Harder, Archie—fuck me?—”
I obeyed.
The bed shifted with the force of my thrusts, the sheets tangling around our legs.Tone’s body was a masterpiece under me—her skin glistening, her breasts bouncing with every snap of my hips, her nails leaving red marks down my back.I could feel her tightening around me, her muscles fluttering, her breath coming in sharp, broken gasps.
“Come for me,” I growled, my voice a dark command.“Come on my cock, Antonella.Let me feel you.”
It was all she needed.Her back arched, her body locking up as her orgasm hit her, her walls clenching around me so tight it was almost painful.I groaned, my own release barreling down on me, my balls drawing up, my cock throbbing.
“Tone—fuck?—”
I came with a broken sound, my hips stuttering as I spilled inside her, my body shuddering with the force of it.Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, my vision whiting out for a second before I collapsed on top of her, my breath ragged, my heart pounding like a war drum.
