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Then throw ourselves off that cliff and dive further into our passion than either of us can stand.

Driving into her pussy again, the feel of her stretching and surrounding me is enough to fucking end a lesser man. But I’m deified in my devotion to her, finding it necessary to make sure I keep fucking her slow and feeling her, hearing her moan and whimper not from some fast pumps into her. Thrusting could bring out plenty of heavy breathing. But I’m looking to draw low breaths from her that rise up from the very depths of her body. I want to extricate every ounce of desire and draw it out to hear it all. My heart is beating so fast at being inside her that I think maybe she can hear it.

I pull my fingers from her mouth with a wet pop, bringing those wet fingers to her clit and forming lazy little circles around it, then on it, and then around again. There’s something painfully tragic in the way we both enjoy the teasing way I fuck her. It's like it's mocking me entirely. Lucy’s too good to ever belong to me, and I’m worshiping at her altar all the same. Forever unworthy, prolonging not just her orgasm, but also the end of me.

Lucy’s hips shoot up when my fingers graze her clit again. I up the intensity of my fingers there, working smaller circles. I swoop down, tongue and teeth to her breast, drawing a nipple between my teeth. I scrape my teeth over the tender flesh. Lucy’s back arches and her breast fills my mouth. I suck and lick her. Keep working circles on her clit. Keep driving my cock slowly, deeply into her.

I feel her legs shaking, a slow building crescendo of need. Lucy won’t come like this. Oh, she’ll want to. She’ll try. I’m desperate to come myself, wanting to finish hard and deep inside of her. But I’m not letting that happen. Trapped beneath me, Lucy is doomed to so much more sensual torture before the night is over. This night is so far from over.

“Did you need something, Lucy?” I hum against her skin. I'm teasing her, but I don’t let that enter my voice. I make it so she thinks she might actually get to come. I want her to reserve nothing and think she’ll be free soon, free to release all this tension I’m building up inside of her…and when she thinks I’m about to let her loose, that’s when I’ll wrap her up more. I want her buried so deep in need for me that she can’t remember her own name. I want her to be consumed with need for me.

And when I finally let her come?

I want her to fucking black out from the intensity.

Then I can hold her in my arms and not let myself think about the bastard I am.

“Unnngh,” Lucy moans. “Please,” she says, finally finding words.

I’m still fucking into her so slowly. Her pussy is squeezing around me. Her hips jiggle. She’s not lying particularly still, her shakes and shivers along with her wiggles and wanton arches toward me, are keeping her from that. But it doesn’t bring her what she needs.

Only I get to say when that happens.

“You’re so wet,” I say, my voice low with lust. Pulling the words from my throat isn’t easy. I flick my tongue over her nipple, delighting in her shiver. “I feel your pussy squeezing my cock.”

Lucy bites her lip and moans.

I speed up just a little on her clit. “But I’m not letting you come yet.”

Lucy sighs and her breathing gets more labored. She’s so close but not quite there, and I’m not letting her get there. I move my mouth to her other breast and I work even faster on her clit, but now I only slide my cock in some. She needs to take me deep to come. Lucy needs so much more fucking from me to orgasm. I love that about her. Plenty of girls could come from the clit rubbing and such, and that’s fine, but Lucy fucking needs me. Needs my permission, needs my cock, needs my fingers, needs my mouth. If I’m not consuming her utterly, then she’s letting me hold her on the brink. And I fucking love that. I crave it. This has ruined me for anyone else. I'll never be able to fuck anyone the way I fuck Lucy because no one fucking craves me the way Lucy seems to.

Why this sweet woman who's so much better than I could even hope to be even wants me or lets me keep fucking her, I don’t know.

I know why she fucked me the first time. Curiosity continued what started out of her family loyalty. But she knows now how right about me that she was and I gave her the option. Fuck I tried to let her go. I wished for both of us that she could want to go. Instead, here we are. I’m fucking her so slowly and shallowly that I can barely breathe. My cock is twitching and despite the agony my balls are loading up. Her body is shivering, trembling with my every touch. But neither one of us is coming. We both like being suspended in this limbo.

“Gian, fuck,” Lucy says, and I look up to see her eyes watering. “Fuuuuuck,” she moans out when I sink my teeth into her breast again. “I need you,” she says in the sweetest goddamn voice.

That’s how you fucking break a spell. I don’t even think about it and I’m closing my mouth over hers, slamming my cock deep into her.

“Damn, baby girl, you fucking kill all my resolve,” I say with a laugh when my lips ghost over hers so that we can both catch our breath. “Still not letting you come, though. I want to keep you so close. I just need my cock deeper in you before we both die.” I tell her the truth. Both parts are so true. I can’t stand not being buried inside of her. And I’m not ending this moment, how much we’re building up to the orgasm.

“Oh yeah?” Lucy says, and I hear the challenge in her voice. Her pussy clenches around me and I nearly cum right then and there. And she knows that if I orgasm, it'll set her off. That’s just how fucking dirty my sweet little girl is. Like, Lucy was just a virgin and now she’s such a perfect little orgasm addict, I can’t handle how fucking hot that is and she knows it.

I grab both of her wrists and cage her hands up above her head.

I slam my cock into her harder.

It looks like I'm giving her everything she wants. Like she’s winning.

But I hear that sweet little moan and I know, sure, it seems that way. But we both know she took a gamble there and she’s not going to win against me. Giancarlo fucking Sandoval is the house, and the house always wins.

“Fuck,” Lucy cries out.

“I'm going to keep fucking you, all night, Lucy,” I promise her. My cock is eager to come, but more eager to keep being inside her. I’m going to fuck her for a long time before I let myself come. Then I’m going to fuck her some more. “God, I want to,” I moan low in my throat.

“Fuck me all day tomorrow. Let me cum and sleep in your arms tonight,” Lucy says.

And how the fuck does a man say no to that?

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