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I am a man on a mission and my mission is to make her pass out from pleasure.
One of my hands goes under her dress to find her bare wet and swollen pussy and I slip two fingers inside her, curve my fingers and start fucking her slick pussy while sucking her pebbled nipple.
She is far gone.
Her mouth is ajar, moans are stifled to clipped grunts, and her breathing is distorted as if she will give me the satisfaction of passing out from this moment.
“I want you to come on my fingers, Rosaline,” I dig my curved fingers inside her pussy and begin jerky strokes, “I want you to come before I fuck you with my cock,” I can feel she is onthe edge and I am too, but this is more for her than me. My satisfaction lies in her pleasure.
Knowing her as I do, I know what this body needs to give me what I need her to give me, so I bite her nipple hard enough to make her scream and tighten her grip on my hair like she will rip it off my scalp. But she carves in, she melts, spasming and mumbling, blessing me with more than just her come.
I make it rain. I smile to myself as a spritz of squirt pours out of her, trailing down my fingers and soaking up my sweatpants. I cover her mouth with mine, kissing the delightful moans into my throat.
Out I go, bringing my rod-stiff cock out of my sweatpants, then I stand and spin her to change position.
“Hands on the stool,” I move her dress up to reveal her cheeks calling to me to brand them.
“Benedetto,” she rasps weakly, and hiccups, still feeling the spasm from her orgasm.
I push her legs further apart with one of my feet, then push her on the back of her head down till she does as told, resting her elbows on the stool, arching her back, and giving me her pussy.
“On your toes,” I command, wanting her in a position that sends me diving in.
She isn't giving me what I want, so I grab her thighs, and dig my fingers into the soft flesh, knowing I will leave more embellishments. I scratch, dragging my fingers up to her butt cheeks and she screams, then stands on her toes.
I smile at the red scratch marks and her shuddering legs. I grip my cock with one hand, watching the glistening foreskin as I flick my fingers on her exposed pussy. I keep flicking and my cock keeps pulsing, while she grunts, both aroused and maybe wanting to kill me. In the same way, I want to kill her with pleasure. I pick up on the pace and force of my flicking fingers against her pussy and her grunts turn into throaty moans, and she lifts on her toes better to give me more of her pussy.
“My good slut,” I groan and drag some of her pussy juice to her butthole, then slide my cock and thumb inside her holes at the same fucking time before she gets a chance to make out what my plans are, “Stay still, Rosaline,” I drive myself ball-deep inside of her.
She grits and tightens around my thumb and cock, but stays still, then very slowly she begins to unfurl, and I take it as my cue to move. My thrusts are as heavy as my balls feel and I want to empty them quickly before they burst open.
I shove the thumb inside her ass hole further in and begin to twist it inside of her while I keep pounding my cock against the sweet soft spot I've found inside of her. She tightens around me and it drives me over the edge.
“Yes, sweet Rosaline, yes,” I grunt, “fuck yes.”
I grip her waist with my free hand, closing my eyes as I taste the deliciousness of her warm soft pussy on the back of my throat.
“You feel good, my good good slut,” I spank her hard, “Too fucking good,” I spank her again. “Too damn fucking good,” I spank and spank, then keep up with it.
Spanking her ass, fucking her pussy, and fingering her ass hole.
She screams out a pleasure cry that I have come to master and I know she is close. I keep drilling her, unfolding her, fucking my way to her heart, fucking her forts, which go crashing to the ground. She gasps and holds her breath, and I groan, loving what I do to her, stealing her breath like she does to me every fucking time she walks into the room.
My thrusts turn rabid and her screams unrestrained, curling with my loud groans. I'm unhinged, on the verge of coming apart and ablaze, but I can't if my lady doesn't take me with her.
“Come, Rosaline,” it's my turn to growl.
She clenches around me, ass and pussy, and begins to convulse, shaking the stool with her as she spasms her way to another orgasm.
I slip my hand out of her asshole, wrap it around her waist and lift her from the stool and she drops her head on my chest, breathing heavily.
“Listen,” I throw one of her weak legs on the stool and keep thrusting, “It's you, Rosaline, it always has been.” I come apart with my confession, my cock feeling hotter as the pleasure washes through me from my head, gushes into my cock and I spurt it out, while the residue travels to my toes, making them curl. My thrust turns shallow, my body shaking vehemently as I empty myself into her.
We are both breathing heavily and I am too weak to even hold myself up, but I try for her sake, taking backward steps till the back of my legs hit my bed. I fall back with her in my arms, then turn to take a spooning position.
I bury my mouth in her neck, breathing into her as we rise and drop from the high with our breaths. I hold her tighter to my body, and plant soft kisses on her neck, wanting to keep us bubbled up in this moment, but also knowing I can't have her the way I want to if I don't get the one thing I need to get out of the way. The one person I need to get.
And I'd be lying if I said what is on the tip of my tongue is just because of the sex. I scoot with her to the headrest of my bed, in a way that allows me to access the pillow I tucked my father's letter in. I slip my hand into the pillowcase and rummage for the sheet, then put it in her face. I'm not sure if she is awake until she takes it from my hand and adjusts to a more comfortable position to read it.
