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Then she moans. Long and low and filthy, the sound vibrating through her chest and into mine, where we’re pressed together.

“Fuck, yes,” she pants. “Just like that. Don’t stop, Daddy.”

I don’t stop. I can’t stop.

Her cunt is gripping my cock with every thrust, hot and slick and so fucking tight I’m seeing stars, and the way she moves beneath me—hips rising to meet every drive, her body taking everything I give her and demanding more—makes me fucking ravenous.

Her hands claw down my back. “Harder,” she demands, her voice breaking on the word. “Please, Daddy, harder.”

The word lights a fuse that burns straight through to my cock. I grab her hips and fuck her harder, deeper, each thrust driving the breath from her lungs in punched-out little moans that I want to bottle and keep.

“Who do you belong to?” I growl.

“You,” she gasps. “You, only you.”

“Mmm, be a good girl and rub your clit for Daddy.”

I keep driving into her as she slides one hand between us and finds her clit. The second her finger presses against it, her entire body jolts, her cunt clenching hard around me. The movement makes the air hiss out of my lungs, and I have to pause for a moment so I don’t come.

“How does it feel?” I pant. “Is your greedy pussy ready to come on my cock?”

“Y-yes,” she cries. “Oh, God. I think… I’m almost… I need… Daddy!”

“Mmm, that’s it, baby. Come for me.”

While she rubs her swollen clit, I slow my thrusts just enough to keep from coming. Seconds later, my wife comes, her cunt clamping around my cock so fucking hard my rhythm stutters. Her back bows off the mattress as a cry tears from her throat.

“Daddy!”

Fuck.

I grit my teeth and fuck her through it, feeling every pulse of her orgasm around my cock while her thighs shake against my hips. By the time she collapses beneath me, panting and boneless, I’m hanging onto my control by a fucking thread.

I barely give her time to catch her breath before I flip her onto her stomach.

“Get on all fours,” I order, slapping her ass once.

She squeals and hurries to do as I say. I grab her hip, line myself up, and push back inside her in one deep stroke.

“Oh, fuck!” I groan.

The new angle takes me deeper, my cock hitting somewhere inside her that makes her cry out, and I set a pace that has her scrambling for purchase on the sheets.

Kira starts pushing back against me almost immediately, matching every thrust. I let go of her hip and fist her hair at the root.

“That’s it, baby,” I groan. “Fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock.”

I pull her hair back until her neck arches and her spine curves into a perfect bow. The exposed line of her throat is too much—I lean down and bite it, not gently, and the sound she makes is half sob, half scream.

“Oh God. Domenico… I… mm.”

“Open your mouth,” I command, pushing two fingers against her lips.

She eagerly does as I say, and I push the fingers into her mouth, hooking them over her lower teeth and holding her open. Her tongue works between them as I fuck her, saliva gathering faster than she can swallow until it spills over her lip and trails down her chin.

Fuck.

I keep her like that for another few thrusts just because I fucking can. Watching my wife like this—fucked-out, drooling, taking my cock and my fingers with the same desperate hunger—nearly ends me, and eventually I have to remove my fingers.