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She’s convulsing so much, I’m almost positive she’s rolled into a second orgasm before her first one even finished. Her hands pull at my hair, and her sounds have cut out, she’s unable to suck a breath in. This is the payoff of having worked her up so much. I can’t wait to properly edge her.
After what seems like an eternity, she gasps for air, falling back on the bed with exhaustion after so much energy was spent through her clenching muscles. The whole time I continue pushing her toward her third orgasm. I use my thumb on her clit and press wet kisses to her inner thighs, offering sharp nips of pain to go along with her pleasure. It hasn’t been long, but she’s already clamping down on my fingers, another orgasm coursing through her. This one isn’t nearly as powerful, but it counts as number three.
Her hands feebly push at my head, trying to get me to stop, but that’s not her decision. “Too sensitive,” she finally admits. “Vander, my clit can’t take any more.”
I suppose I could give her a slight reprieve… Removing my fingers, they glide a short distance to where her ass is still wet from my tongue. Her sweet moan accompanies my fingers sliding into her ass. They smoothly work in and out and I focus on fucking her pussy with my tongue.
My free arm clamps around her hips, keeping her still. Her breathing quickly becomes labored as I work her toward a fourth. “Oh, god, yes!” she moans, her head turning from side to side.
“Come for me again, Remi, and I’ll give you my cock. Can you do that for me?” There’s no mistaking the husky tone in my voice, the strain of having to hold myself back when I want her so badly.
“I need your cock,” she replies with a breathy whimper.
“I know, my filthy cock pocket. I’ll give you what you need.” I blow on her clit and watch as she shivers at the sensation. She’s getting close, and I know just the thing to get her over the edge. Raising to my knees, I continue thrusting my fingers in her ass, amping it up so her whole body is moving with it.
SLAP!
The smack of my hand making impact with her swollen clit rings through the small space, followed by the scream of her fourth release. She reaches for me, and I lean forward, letting her wrap her sweaty arms around me.
“Vander!” she calls out. Her grip becomes a stranglehold, squeezing the life out of me as pleasure crashes down on her. Warmth fills me with her need to hold me close as she rides out the orgasm, my fingers still pumping in and out to make it last as long as possible.
When she finishes, I huskily speak in her ear, “Tell me you’re my pretty little fuck doll. I want to hear you say it.”
My words elicit a moan, and her muscles flutter around my fingers as an aftershock rocks though her body. “I’m your pretty little fuck doll.” Her sultry purr has my cock straining to be inside her.
She doesn’t pause though, as soon as the words leave, her lips seek mine. The sweetness of her kiss mixes with the delicious flavor of her pussy, and I’m a man lost to his obsession. My hands thread through her hair, pulling her closer, unable to get nearly enough of her kiss.
Her legs wrap around me, yanking me flush against her. The warmth of her pussy engulfs my cock immediately, and she doesn’t waste a moment, grinding herself on my dick. The slickness coats me, and I know there won’t be any issues with me sliding into her.
Freeing myself from her hungry kiss, I gaze down at her. Wild lust flashes in her eyes, a deep desire to have me, that I’m not sure will ever be sated, even if she decides to ignore it. It brings me a sense of peace, knowing she could never disentangle her heart from my hold.
I brush the strands of hair away that are sticking to her forehead, then grab one of her hands. Our gazes are locked on each other, so it’s easy to watch all the emotions crossing her features as I kiss each of her fingertips, before pressing a lingering kiss to her palm.
“Sei la miglior cosa che mi sia capitata. Sei il mio tutto,” I whisper, each word coming from the depths of my soul. A mix of confusion is quickly replaced with a desperation to have me. She’s always had the most delicious reactions to me speaking in Italian.
“Fuck me, Vander. I need you,” she pleads. I’m too weak to hold back from sinking into her. Not when she uses my name like that. Bracing my elbows on either side of her head, my hands cradle her face. I’m embracing the rare soft side that’s made an appearance. I slide my length along her slit, the tip of my head bumping against her oversensitive, swollen clit.
The mewling moans she gives me are the sweetest music. Her nails dig into my back before scratching lines in my skin, leaving her mark on me. And all before I even sink inside her.
Notching the head of my cock at her entrance, I run a thumb over her cheek, and as I push forward, her eyes open as her pussy stretches to accommodate my girth. This time I’m the one moaning as her warmth wraps around me. “You’re so fucking tight. Your pussy wraps around my cock perfectly.”
Her legs encourage me to push into her faster, but I want to take my time—to make sure she feels every inch. They put up even more resistance when I move to pull out. I have to reach around and unhook her legs, holding one of them bent to the side so I can thrust into her.
“Fuck,” she breathes out when I set a steady pace. Her walls grip my length, and I have to ignore how good it feels so I can last longer. It’s nearly impossible though. Her nails sink into my flesh, hips thrust with my movement, moans sound in my ear as her breath blows on it, and her perfect tits rub against my chest.
I love everything about this woman. She’s too perfect for me.
Each pounding thrust has her walls tightening around me, and I know she’s getting close. Five. I’ll give her five orgasms before I can come. A sharp pain bursts in my cheek when I bite the side of it to help pull me back from the edge. Blood fills my mouth, and it reminds me of when I gave into her after I was shot. My blood turned her on even more.
With the memory, I kiss her again, sharing my blood with a swipe of my tongue. It works exactly as I suspected. She sucks on my tongue, trying to get every last drop before searching my mouth for more. At the same time, her pussy flutters, the walls clamping down and milking my cock, trying to break my will to not come yet.
Four. One more, and I can paint her with my cum.
I sit back on my heels and grab her legs. Bringing them in front of me, she naturally crosses them at the ankle, and I hold them over one shoulder. They press against my chest as I lean over, my cock sliding back and forth over new bundles of nerves. “Play with your nipples, amante,” I order, needing her to do it so I can keep my weight off her.
Her hands instantly move to do as I say, pinching at her nipples. She rolls them between her fingertips making a show of it, before teasing them further by scratching a nail over the tips. “Harder,” she yells, moving one of her hands to her clit. With how tightly I have her legs pressed against us, I’m not able to see what she’s doing, but knowing she wants to come again for me… fuck she’s so goddamn beautiful.
“Come for me. I want you to force me to spray you with my cum.” Her eyelids flutter, and her eyes roll back, moments before the orgasm rips through her. I want to watch her pleasure, but I’m forced to close my eyes so I can concentrate on holding off until she’s done. If I could, I’d try to give her another five orgasms, but I won’t last more than a few more seconds.
