Page 175 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

He said it three times—once for each language he spoke.

It was only when his spine started to stiffen and his balls got too fucking tight that he finally pulled Cara away. As much as he wanted to watch her suck him dry, he needed to be buried as deep as he possibly could be into her cunt when he finally came.

Too damn long, he reminded himself.

Cara was already reaching for him before he could push her back to the bed, her thighs opening for his body to fit against hers as his mouth slammed down on her parted, wet lips. She sighed when he pulled her hair, making her head tilt back so he could kiss her throat, and bite her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. He could feel her heart race like thunder when she slipped a hand between their bodies and fitted his cock to her cunt. The wetness of her arousal soaked the head of his dick, and he thrust in.

Home, and heaven, and bliss.

Those were the things he found when he finally buried his cock balls-deep inside Cara Rossi for the first time in months.

Love, and selfish, and more were the words that slipped through his mind when she shuddered under him, and her nails raked stinging lines along his back.

“Fucking take me,” he ground out against the hollow of her throat. “Take all of me, Cara, and show me how much you want it. Show me how good you are for it, sweet girl.”

Cara only mumbled a broken cry of his name. Her back arched hard from the bed while her legs opened even wider. She pushed her head back farther into the sheets, and her teeth clenched around another whine as he fucked her harder.

He couldn’t get deep enough.

He couldn’t fuck hard enough.

Not enough to feel like he was ever going to satisfy how much he needed, loved, and wanted this fucking woman.

“I want … I want …” Cara’s words melted together in a gasping breath that he couldn’t understand. But with every thrust of his body against hers, with every slide of his cock inside the wet clenching heat of her cunt, he knew what it was. She wanted to come, and he needed that too. More than his own pleasure, he needed hers. “Please.”

He knew what she wanted for that, too.

Not nice, not easy, and not soft or slow.

She wanted his hand on her throat, taking away her air, and a brutal fucking that would ache when she was finally done coming. He gave her exactly that, reveling in the way her cunt clamped down on his cock when his fingers curved tightly to her throat and how the blues of her eyes sparkled with bliss when his rhythm turned harsher.

Shit, her orgasm came on fast.

Even with his hand on her throat, her scream was beautiful.

Gian thought he might be able to hold off his own need to come long enough to fuck her through it, and then get her on her knees to finish him off.

He was wrong.

He came hard, emptying every bit of cum into her cunt as the last shudder racked its way through Cara’s body. His fingers loosened their hold on her throat—he’d never trusted his control to choke her while he came and he wasn’t about to start testing the waters right then.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Gian mumbled.

He was too fucking sensitive and too damn weak all of the sudden. Pulling out of her warm pussy was the hardest thing he ever had to do, but he needed to so he could breathe.

Cara’s light, breathless laughter echoed into the room. His cock—covered in their fluids—rested semi-hard against her thigh. He felt her fingertips slide along his length, and looked down to find her using their mingled cum to lubricate her clit as her fingers started stroking fast circles.

“Shit,” Gian breathed. “That’s fucking hot, Cara.”

Her smile was sinful. “Watch me come again.”

Jesus Christ.

His cock was already perking up.

“Watch me, Gian,” Cara whispered.

All. Fucking. Night. Long.