Page 74 of Alessio

Undeniably yes.

Alessio’s hands disappeared from her shirt to speed up her attempt at shoving down his pants. Although, not before he grabbed a foil packet from his back pocket.

Oh.

And did she mention he went commando?

Because he did.

Yep.

Fuck.

Her fingers circled around his length, already so fucking hard and weighty in her palm. She stroked his length, letting her fingertips drift over the vein on the underside of his cock that pulsed from her touch.

“Easy,” he was quick to say when her grip tightened, “let me fill that pussy before you try to make me come, woman.”

Ginevra grinned.

She got his kiss again, after they rolled latex down his length, and he widened her thighs enough that her muscles ached deep. His lips found hers as he positioned the head of his cock at her slit. His tongue stroked hers when his hips flexed forward.

She was so wet.

So beyond ready.

And still the first thrust took her breath away. Her body tensed, the width of him stretching her open fast, and hard. She loved it, though.

So much.

Still, he didn’t stop kissing her, lips warring with hers as his tongue seemed intent to lick the fucking taste right off hers. His pace came swift, and deep. A brutal rhythm that held no reservations and didn’t hold back.

Not for a second.

His hands were on her body again.

Pinning her in place.

Tightening to take her air away.

One on her chest.

At her throat.

Ginevra whimpered, words becoming impossible. It surrounded her in him. His taste, his scent, and all of him inside and on her. It was overwhelming, and exactly what she needed.

“Let me have this pussy suck me dry, sweetheart,” he uttered against her cheek. “I want it, so you better give it to me, huh?”

Her desperate cry tangled with his thick groan.

That pace didn’t let up.

Ginevra’s peak climbed higher and faster than she expected it to. Still soaked between her thighs from that first orgasm, she fell over the cliff again. His blue eyes stayed locked on hers, and pleasure darkened Alessio’s stare as he watched her come from him fucking her that time.

His hands slid down to grip tight onto her thighs, his strokes coming shorter, but still as rough even as he fucked her through that orgasm. She couldn’t breathe, her vision tunneling from the intensity.

And then his head tipped down, his forehead resting against her chest as his thrusts came faster. Shaking, her peak waning but bliss racing through her bloodstream, as his fingers dug painfully into her thighs.

God, it felt good, though.