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Slowly, I ease my way down, feeling every inch of him invade me and fill me up. I know he feels it as his hands rest on my hips, holding me in place when I’m finally fully seated on him.

“Love being with you like this, Katya,” he whispers, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply.

My pussy tightens around him as if agreeing with his statement. Valentino flexes his hips, wedging his cock deeper inside of me and making us both cry out. I grab his hands from where they are holding my hips and slide them up my body, placing them over my breasts. He takes the hint and squeezes my soft flesh, pinching my nipples.

I wrap my fingers around his wrists and grip him tightly, using his strength as leverage to buck my hips and grind down on him, testing to see what feels good for both of us. I angle my hips, hitting that spot inside me that drives me straight to the edge. I know it feels good for him when he squeezes my breasts roughly and growls.

Lifting myself up slightly, I drop down on him, hitting that same spot. I bounce on his cock, working us both up until we’re sweating and shaking. I let go of his wrists and tangle my fingers in my hair, putting myself on display for my man. He makes me feel seen and loved and so desired. It makes me want to show myself off to him for his pleasure and mine.

“So fucking beautiful. So fucking mine,” he growls, sliding his hands down my back to grip my ass.

He squeezes and separates my cheeks while thrusting his hips, fucking up into me so hard I fall forward. I catch myself on my hands, one on either side of his head.

“Valentino,” I moan as he lifts my ass and then shoves me back down on his cock. He’s so thick, so freaking long and hard, stretching me painfully, deliciously with each stroke.

My lips meet his in a frantic kiss, his teeth clashing, tongues tangling, breaths choppy and uneven as we get lost in our own rhythm. I snap my hips against his and bury my face into the side of his neck, unable to hold the weight of my head as a deep, drugging pleasure blankets and burns through me, destroying me in the best way possible.

“That’s it, love,” he groans. “So good, baby. So fucking good.”

He slides one hand up my back and fists my hair, pulling my head up and holding it in place while he devours me. Each time he hits the end of me, sparks erupt and singe my nerves. My body feels heavy, swollen, and sensitive, but my head feels like it might float away on a cloud of bliss.

I tear my mouth from his, gulping down air while he fucks up into me in short, quick bursts. I match his movements as he spears me with his dick, over and over, breaking me apart one thrust at a time.

“Goddamn, look at us. Look at how well your tight little pussy takes my big cock.”

I tilt my head down, looking between us. A wave of juices pours out of me, covering his dick. I whimper, loving the sight of him splitting me open.

“I can’t hold on,” I whisper, finally looking up at him. Valentino’s eyes are black with lust and the need for release. “I-I can’t… I can’t…”

Something inside me snaps and I lift my hips and slam my cunt down on him, grinding and swiveling my hips, fucking him desperately, racing toward my end. I can’t stop. My body won’t let me. My hips refuse to slow down.

I hold myself up with one hand and weave the fingers of my other hand in Valentino’s hair, gripping it and forcefully yanking his head up so I can kiss him. His body responds to my manic, all-consuming, obsessive need to fuck hard and fast.

I cling to him as tightly as he’s clinging to me, our bodies fusing together, grinding, rubbing, causing sweet, white-hot friction to spark a fire that blazes through us both.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, little girl, need you to come for me. Need it, need, fuck, please…” he half groans, half growls.

Hearing this mountain of a man beg for me has my heart rattling around in my ribcage as lava floods my veins. I need to come so bad it scares me. I thought my last orgasm was the peak of pleasure, but the inferno threatening to swallow me whole is so much more intense. Flames lap at my nerves, and liquid heat courses through me, filling me up, then leaking out of my convulsing pussy.

“Let go, Katya. I’m here. I’ve got you,” Valentino reassures me.

I make some undignified sound, then hold my breath, bracing myself for whatever lies on the other side of my release.

Valentino bites my shoulder and hits the very end of me in one brutal thrust. Flames engulf my body, burning me up from the inside out as I come, crying out his name. Tears well up and spill out of my eyes while sweat drips down my skin.

It’s too much, yet not enough. I come again, but the ache doesn’t go away. Instead, it expands, seizing my lungs and heart, taking control of my limbs as I tremble violently. Valentino holds me close, his hands roaming up and down my back, my ass, my thighs, pressing my body impossibly closer to his like he wants to feel my orgasm with me.

My pleasure spikes again, this time unleashing a tidal wave inside of me. I’m embarrassed by how wet I am, but I can’t stop. Every ounce of strength is wrung from my bones as heaving sobs wrack my body.

“Shit, you’re squirting all over me. I feel it. Fuck, I feel it,” he grunts.

I have no idea what he’s talking about, but I don’t have time to dwell on it. Valentino holds me still as he erupts inside of me. I feel his orgasm work its way through his body as he shudders against me. Thick ribbons of cum fill me up and spill out, joining my own release as it drips down my thighs and pools on the bed.

I don’t know how long we’re both suspended in our combined ecstasy, but when I finally come back into my body, I’m curled up into Valentino’s side, my cheek pressed against his chest, right over his heart. I hear it thundering, his erratic heartbeat matching mine.

“Are you okay?” Valentino murmurs, placing a sweet kiss on the crown of my head.

“I’m perfect,” I breathe out. “Blissful. Peaceful. Worn out.” I lift my head, grinning at Valentino.

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