Virgilio's eyes darken with desire, but he doesn't move. "I told you to tell me what you want," he says, his tone firm yet tender.
I meet his gaze, the intensity in his eyes almost too much to bear. "Fuck me," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "Please."
A slow smile spreads across his face. "Anything for my good girl," he murmurs.
With that, he positions himself at my entrance and pushes in slowly. The feeling of him filling me is overwhelming, and I gasp as he stretches me open. He moves with deliberate slowness at first, each inch sending waves of pleasure through my body.
Once he's fully inside me, he pauses for a moment, letting us both savor the connection. Then he begins to move, his thrusts deep and steady.
“You wanted this cock so badly,” his movements are slow as we both savor the feeling. “Does it feel good to have your little cunt this stretched around it?”
He picks up the pace gradually, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. The sensation is almost too much to bear; every nerve in my body feels like it's on fire. My moans grow louder as I lose myself in the rhythm of our bodies moving together.
"Yes," I gasp out between breaths. "Just like that."
“Good girl,” Virgilio responds by thrusting even harder, driving deeper into me with each movement. The pleasure builds inside me like a tidal wave ready to crash. I grip his shoulders for support as he continues to fuck me with relentless intensity.
"More," I plead, my voice shaking with need.
“Beg.” He grunts in between thrusts.
“Please… I need more.” I beg, and it almost sounds like a sob from the necessity in my voice.
Virgilio’s eyes meet mine now, and his hands grip my hips firmly as he obliges, pounding into me with an urgency that matches my own desire. The room fills with the sounds of our bodies coming together—moans, gasps, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.
The tension inside me coils tighter and tighter until I can barely stand it. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I feel myself teetering on the edge of release once more.
"Virgilio," I cry out, unable to hold back any longer.
With a final thrust, he gives me a mind-shattering orgasm.
My body convulses around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. Virgilio continues to move inside me, drawing out every last drop of ecstasy until we both collapse onto the bed, utterly spent and completely satisfied.
He holds me close as we catch our breath together in the aftermath of our shared release.
The room is quiet now, filled with a sense of peace and fulfillment. The outside world fades away, leaving only the two of us in our shared space. Virgilio holds me close, his fingers gently tracing patterns on my skin. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
His voice is soft and filled with emotion. "Thank you for believing in us, Zoe."
I look up at him, my eyes filled with love. "Always, Virgilio. I love you."
A slow smile spreads across his face as he leans in closer. "Does that mean you'll follow me through hell too?" he whispers, his breath warm against my lips.
I giggle softly, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. "Only if you promise to make it worth the trip," I tease back.
Virgilio's eyes darken with amusement and desire. "Oh, I'll make sure it's unforgettable," he murmurs before capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
The kiss is slow and deliberate, each movement of his lips conveying the depth of his feelings for me. I melt into him, feeling completely safe and cherished in his arms.
I want to be here for life. To Hell, and back.
