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I shift my weight to one arm so I can bring my hand between us. I spit on my fingers before finding her swollen clit, rubbing it in tight, vicious circles while I continue to fuck her.

“No, no, I can’t—” she protests, but her body betrays her. Her pussy clenches around me, getting wetter with each stroke.

“Yes, you can,” I insist, pressing harder on her clit. “Give me another one, stellina.”

She’s thrashing beneath me now, caught between trying to escape the overwhelming sensation and pushing into it. I can feel her building toward another peak, her inner walls fluttering around my shaft.

“That’s it,” I encourage, speeding up my fingers on her clit. “Let go for Daddy.”

Her body convulses at my words, her pussy clamping down on my cock so tight I see fucking stars. The word Daddy pushed her right over the edge.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come for me,” I groan, feeling my balls tighten as I watch her face contort in pleasure.

I’m close, so fucking close. The sight of Contessa completely wrecked beneath me, her body surrendered to the pleasure I’m giving her—it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve held back as long as I can, wanting to make this last, wanting to brand this moment into both our memories.

“I’m gonna cum,” I grunt, my rhythm faltering as my orgasm builds at the base of my spine. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy up.”

Her eyes flutter open, glazed and unfocused. “Yes,” she whispers, her voice raw from screaming. “Cum in me. I’m on the pill.”

No, the fuck you aren’t but I’m sure as hell not about to tell you that. Gonna take that shit to my grave, probably.

But those three little words tell me she wants it, and I’m giving one final deep thrust, feeling the first hot pulse of cum shoot up my shaft.

Chapter 10

Contessa

Ifeel him jerk inside me, his cock pulsing as the first hot stream of cum shoots deep into my pussy. Then suddenly he pulls out, and I feel the next hot splashes landing on my mound, the warm stickiness pooling.

“Fuck,” I gasp, still trembling from my second orgasm, my brain foggy with pleasure.

Matteo groans above me, his hand working his shaft, milking every last drop onto my skin. His eyes are locked on the sight of his cum painting my pubic mound, his expression almost feral.

“Look at that,” he growls, his free hand coming down to smear his cum over me, rubbing it into my skin like he’s marking territory. His thick fingers slide through the mess, dragging some of it down to my already sensitive clit. “Gonna make sure every inch of this pussy knows who it belongs to.”

I should be disgusted. I should slap his hand away and tell him to fuck off. Instead, I’m arching into his touch as he works his cum into my clit with slow, deliberate circles. The filthy squelching sounds fill the room as he mixes his seed with my wetness.

“Jesus,” I whimper as new waves of pleasure ripple through me. My body feels boneless; my mind hazy. I can barely form coherent thoughts beyond more and please and don’t stop.

“Not Jesus,” he corrects, his voice rough as he continues to rub my clit. “Daddy.”

That word again. The one that shot through me like a lightning bolt when he said it before. The one that made me come so hard I saw stars. I didn’t know I’d be into that—never even considered it. But something about the way he says it, commanding and possessive, makes my pussy clench desperately around nothing.

“Say it,” he demands, pressing harder on my clit, making me jerk. “Who made you come like that?”

I bite my lip, trying to hold back, but his fingers speed up, working my oversensitive bundle of nerves until I’m writhing beneath him.

“Daddy,” I finally gasp, the word falling from my lips before I can stop it. “Fuck, Daddy made me come.”

His eyes darken with satisfaction, and I watch as his cock twitches, already starting to harden again despite having just emptied itself all over me.

“Good girl,” he purrs, and those two simple words send another jolt of pleasure straight to my core. “Such a good girl for Daddy.”

I’m still half out of it, drunk on back-to-back orgasms and the filthy praise falling from his lips. My thighs tremble as he continues to rub his cum into my skin, claiming me in the most primal way possible.

He pushes my limp legs up and apart, spreading me wide open as he kneels between my thighs. The way he’s staring at my pussy makes me feel both exposed and powerful at the same time.

“Look how red and puffy you are,” he growls, running a finger along my swollen lips. “Fuck, this pretty little cunt took such a pounding.”