Pulling his fingers from my sopping pussy, he brings them to his, sucking the juices off of them. I’ve ever seen, and I wish the lighting was better so I could see histes fully
ost erotic thing
“Sweet as honry,” he murmurs and releases me for a moment. He does his belt and then lowers his zipper, the sound lood in the empty room. L?tting me once more, he pins me to the wall, his frame holding me in ce. Thitchenylegt around his waist, bringing him closer. Anticipation bubbles in my belly. He’s so big and thick.
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“I wish I had it in me to take you slow, but I can Heel the fat head of his cock at my entrance, and a momentter, he’s filling me. He stretches me to the point of pain, and I breathe through my nose, swallowing back a whimper as he thrusts forward.
With every thrust, he sinks a little deeper inside of me and while struggle to take him, the pleasure that swirls in my core she forces himself inside me is worth the pain..
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way you struggle to take me Your little pussy stretches around me so nicely, pulling me deeper and deeper. Those first few pushes inside of you. Fuck” Gianni’s filthy words are my undoing
He moves faster, and the hints of pain give way toplete pleasure as I adjust to his girth. I hang on tight and press my face to his neck to hold back my ecstatic cries. My nipples are so hard theyub against the fabric of my bra, intensifying the pleasure in my <b>core</b>.
“Mine, mine,” he grunts with every stroke. He’s right. I’m his.
I love you I want to say it. It’s right there on the tip of my tongue, but Thold it back. Still too afraid, even while he’s pounding into me, taking me the way I need to be taken. I’ve never been so sure how I feel, but I can’t risk mining the moment
“Yes,” I whisper into his ear. “Yes, Gianni, yes.”
He hits that special spot at the top of my channel, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. My toes curl, and… thrust, thrust, thrust. He fucks me harder, each stroke hitting the same spot. In a breath, I’m swept <b>away again</b>, my muscles tighten, and 1 <b>explode</b>. My entire body trembles
“Such a good girl,” he praises. “Squeezing my cock like that. <b>Now </b>I’m going to reward you. I’m going to fill you full of my cum. You want that, don’t you? You want my cum inside this tight pussy?”
“Yes, yes! Come inside me,” I urge, breathless, ready for his release
“<b>Fuck</b>,” he growls, grinding his hips against me. I can feel him deep, as deep as he can go. He tips his head <b>back </b><b>a </b>secondter. and a rush of warmthills my core This is the part like best. When he’s helpless, lost in the way I make him feel. It’s probably the only time he’s ever really helpless and loses the firm grip he maintains over everything else in his life.
Thold him close, cupping the back of his neck in my hand, pressing my lips to his cheek, his ear I love you My heart is so full I’m afraid the words will spill out, but I bite them back in time. He slowly pulls out of me, bringing with him a gush of our mixed juices. Taking <b>a </b>step <b>back</b>, his gaze sweeps over me. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but I wish I could. He helps me adjust my dress and gently caresses my cheek.
“Thedies” room is across <b>from </b>here. Go on in and clean yourself up, but leave my cum inside your pussy where it belongs.” I swear I see the hint of a grin appear on his lips. His <b>hand </b>drops from my face, and he tucks himself back into his pants, straightening out his clothing “I’ll go back out and do damage control”
I can only mod, breathless from our activities. I feel like I got hit by a hurricane and probably look that way, too.
I duck out of the room first<b>, </b>darting across the narrow hall leading out to the back of the building. Thedies” room is just as ssy and tasteful as the rest of the establishment, with forest green walls and sparkling marble on the floor and the sink. I guess a man like him wouldn’t own any old rinky–dink <b>ce</b>.
One nce at myself in the mirror, and I’m d no <b>one </b>saw me squary in hete. My lipstick is smudged around my mouth I quickly wipe it clean and reapply, then dab at the perspiration along my hairlime before pulling <b>a </bb out of my clutch.
Where <b>does </b>this leave us? I know better than to ask him that question, so t’i gue myself with it <b>on </b>repeat. Word is going to
spread. I’m sure Jack Moroni is already bitching to whoever will listen about what I did to his precious son tonight.
Agiggle bursts out of me before I can stop it. I stabbed the guy with a fork. Quiet little me
When the door to my right opens, Limagine it’s Tatiana, and I’m ready tough with her over the way things fell apart.
But it isn’t Tatiana, and it’s not another guest.
I don’t recognize him at first, thanks to the ck ball cap he’s wearing, pulled low over his eyes
It’s only when he lifts his head, standing directly behind me, that gaze at the reflection of my ex–boyfriend. “I came in through the kitchen,” he whispers. “This is the only way I can help you.”
I don’t know what the rag in his hand means. I only know it can’t mean anything good. He mps the rag over my mouth and mose before I can screati
A sweet smell overwhelms me, and my vision blurs before I can do more than squirm and kick weakly.
Then everything goes dark
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