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Even with so little effort from him, I can’t hold back my whimpers. My whole body feels like it’s filling with tension that’s dying to be released, and it’s something that won’t be resolved until I’m screaming out loud, begging for him to fuck me harder as I cum all over his cock.
With one hand holding up my hips, he reaches down and wraps his hand around my throat. He squeezes the sides of my neck lightly, causing my vision to grey a bit and my bloodstream to fill with static. As if my pussy couldn’t be more sensitive, it feels like I’m going to squirt all over him as soon as he begins to choke me.
“Yeah, that’s a good girl,” he growls, his voice low as he gazes at me underneath him, desperate both for him to continue and to stop.
As soon as he calls me hisgood girl,a shockwave of intense pleasure floats through my nervous system, and my lower body contracts as my first orgasm climbs.
“You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you? That didn’t take very long,” he teases. “I told you I knew what I was doing.”
I can’t even respond without him speeding up, and the overwhelming ripple effect spreads from between my legs. It rolls outward into the rest of my body, and suddenly he’s fucking me so hard that I almost black out.
I’m incapable of controlling my screams as he pounds my pussy, pulling my hips off the edge of the counter to give him a deeper angle. I swear that I could start convulsing from how violently my nervous system has been taken over, but as soon as I start to come down, all I want is more.
“Do that again, please, do that again,” I beg, arching my back off the cold surface as chills run through me.
“You think you can handle it?” he warns, stroking my inner thigh with the tips of his fingers. “I think you need to be careful what you wish for.”
Instead of continuing hard and fast like he was before, he chooses to ease me back up to the edge of orgasm by sliding his dick in and out of me rhythmically. I can feel every inch of him, and I’m impossibly wet from how hard I came the first time. He wants this to be as torturous for me as possible, and I can tell that he’s going to succeed without even breaking a sweat.
Without warning, he pulls me off the counter, carrying me over to the couch in the connected living room as if I weigh nothing. He’s so much stronger than I gave him credit for, and I’m convinced that he could eat my pussy while holding me upside down.
He flips me onto my hands and knees, and I grasp the back of the couch to steady myself as he continues to fuck me. His pace is picking up again, and it’s not long before I can feel that same sublime warmth building in my lower belly again.
It’s been under five minutes, and he’s already working me up to my next orgasm with almost no effort on his part. He’s gazing down at me, smiling as if to show me how overwhelming this is for me. He loves how I’m reacting to him. That might be half of the pleasure for him – just seeing how he’s capable of making me feel.
“Fuck,” I moan as the storm of dopamine builds up in my body until I can’t hold it back anymore. I’m forced over the edge again, and this time, the descent is even more blinding than it was before. My vision blacks out temporarily as I see stars, and I’m moaning uncontrollably as Marcello fucks me hard and fast.
I have to fight to catch my breath. I’m ready to collapse onto the couch, admit defeat, and let him brag to me about how he’s the best lover I’ll ever have. At this point, there’s no way he’s wrong.
He takes my hair by the roots and pulls my head back, leaning over me and kissing me on the lips as my vagina pulses around him.
“You ready for another one?” he asks, knowing fully that he’s not going to give me a choice in the matter.
“I can’t... Marcello, I can’t,” I reply, my heart racing out of my chest as I chase my breath without any luck.
He doesn’t give me any time to finish my sentence. He’s going to show me no mercy at all until he’s had his fill of my adoring whimpers.
He sends me over the edge, again and again, each time bringing me to what I believe is going to be my most extreme orgasm ever. Each time, I’m proven right, and the next orgasm shatters my world and whips me into a trembling, stammering mess.
Three orgasms become six, then ten, and just as I’m about to edge towards my eleventh, I feel his pace begin to change.
“Oh, you can’t play at your own game anymore?” I say, gripping the fabric of the couch as my knuckles turn white.
“I’m still winning,” he replies as his own breathing begins to waver.
I know by now that, as soon as his breaths get heavy, he’s done for. Being able to hear how horny my body makes him causes me to cum again. As soon as he feels my pussy squeezing his cock, he cums deep inside of me. He couldn’t hold off any longer, and neither could I.
ChapterThirty-One
MARCELLO
When I woke up this morning, I knew that I was going to be driven by adrenaline the second I stepped foot on the floor. I’ve been waiting for this day for weeks now, and despite all of the meticulous planning, late nights, and pure spite, I still feel like the pressure from this mission could turn me completely insane before I even arrive at the wedding.
June is still sleeping soundly, and the pitch black of my bedroom elicits feelings of true aloneness that I haven’t experienced since I was a child. I hate how it feels to be sitting up in this bed, eyes open, completely unable to see anything. It allows me to see inside my own head too easily, and right now, all I can see is every possible turn for the worst.
I take a deep breath, placing my hand on June’s shoulder just to feel her warmth. Her breathing is so calm and steady, and I envy her for that. Soon enough, she’ll be joining me in the chaos of this event, but for now, she’s still able to forget it even exists.
Part of me wishes I could wake her up, forcing her to come back to this world with me in order to feel connected to something besides my own nerves. I know it would be cruel to do, but the temptation is ever-present until I force myself out of bed to face what could be my last day on earth.
