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"Oh, Atlas,bene," she breathes.
It is better than good. She is perfect and so is her response to my touch.
"Don't stop.Per favore, don't stop."
Her pleading words act like kerosene on the fire of my libido.
Kneading her fleshy mounds, I suck and bite on her nipples until she's breathing so harshly it sounds like she's sobbing. She's close to coming, but my patience is gone.
I reach under her dress and tear her panties right off her. The sound of silk rending draws another long moan out of Lucia.
I lay her on the floor, glad the carpet that was removed in the rest of the house was replaced in here instead. Shoving her skirt up her thighs, I push her legs apart and upward so she is open to my gaze.
Her thigh-highs frame her pretty pussy. The dark pink flesh is swollen and glistening. My mouth waters and then I dive in.
Her sweet honey bursts onto my taste buds. She's so wet, her juices slide across my tongue. A litany of pleas and demands in a mixture of Italian and English falling from her lips, Lucia bucks up against my mouth, trying to get what she needs to climax.
Not yet, beauty.
Her little pearl is hard and protruding from her hood. I suck on it and she screams, but I pull back.
She starts swearing.
I grin and then lick around her tight little asshole. I haven't taken her here yet, but I will. For at least the next couple of weeks, this woman is mine. Every sexy inch of her.
Sucking one plump nether lip into my mouth, I sweep my tongue side to side along the engorged flesh.
She's still fighting to get her arms out of the dress. "Porca miseria, Atlas, help me."
But I like her the way she is. As good as trussed up for my pleasure.
I give her other lip the same treatment until she's moaning, begging me to put a finger inside her. I'm a generous man. I give her two.
Her pussy walls suck at my fingers as her hips buck. She's trying to ride herself to completion, but that's not happening. Not until I'm ready.
And I'm not ready. I'm having too much fun.
LUCIA
I don't know how many times Atlas brings me to brink of orgasm before backing off, but I'm sobbing and cursing. And yes,begging. When I realize I'm doing it in Italian, I switch to English. Not that it makes any difference to the sadist torturing me with pleasure.
My arms are trapped in my dress. As much as I fight it, a secret part of me thrills to the knowledge I can't get free.
He has me exactly where he wants me, my over stimulated breasts on display and my thighs spread wide in lewd invitation.
He lifts his handsome head. His eyes should glow demonic red with the look in them, but they are still blue.
"Please, Atlas," I beg again. "Let me come."
He stands and I whimper. He can't leave me like this. He strips out of his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the carpet. He's not going anywhere.
Dark with blood and aggressive with need, his heavy erection bobs upward.
Kneeling beside me, he helps me out of my dress and bra with surprisingly gentle hands. I don't wait. I'm too far gone. I shove him on his back and mount that oversized steel pipe between his legs like a trick pony.
But the only trick is how swollen my inner flesh is. Despite my gushing wetness, I have to keep rocking to get his big dick inside me.
He grips my hips with his inhumanly strong fingers and guides me up and down on his shaft. A galaxy of stars exploding inside me, ecstasy pounds through my blood with every beat of my heart as my muscles seize with the ultimate pleasure.
