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With that, he pulls off my outer clothes in swift movements, then my bra and panty, until I stand in front of him, naked.
"I'm the luckiest man," he groans, as he traces the outline of my figure from my collarbone, down the outside of my breast, to my belly button. "To have the right to bed you."
A shiver runs through me as his lips find my breasts, tenderly suckling each nipple while his hands roam over my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I moan softly, desperate to feel more of him. Unexpectedly he slaps me on my ass cheek and I squeal.
“Go lie on the bed, with your legs spread, and wait for me.”
I bite my lower lip and move to the bedroom as he ordered. Damn it, I love it when he bosses me in bed. Lying with parted legs, anticipation flutters through my core. Dario doesn't disappoint. He walks in, tossing his shirt on the floor. His pecs flex with every step. I sigh heavily.
“Good girl.” He massages my calves with his strong hands, working his way up. I relax completely. I didn’t realize how much tension built up with everything that happened tonight. His warm hands working through my muscles feels so good.
I gasp when he reaches my pussy and blows softly on it, before wetting his thumb and gently preparing me for more. He looks up at me, eyes filled with a fiery need. "I want you to watch me make you cum, Jasmine. Do you understand?"
I nod and he smiles. "Now be a good girl and pull up your legs."
Immediately desire sparks through me. I pull up my legs and he runs his tongue from the top to the bottom of my pussy before shoving it in with gentle force.
My fingers grip the sheets, my back arches, and my hips buck against him as pleasure branches through me. He seals his mouth over my pussy and it's almost too much, but I don't want him to stop. I crave this connection, this feeling of being completely consumed by him.
"Dar...Dario," I stammer breathlessly as my body begins to tremble. My back arches off the bed again, and I close my legs to contain this feeling of unimaginable pleasure when he takes his hands and parts my thighs.
"Stay open for me," he says, and the command in his voice is so domineering, sexy, that I fear I'd cum from his words alone.
"Oh, Dario," I moan. "I can't, I can't.. mm. I can't take it anymore." I need him to stop because I can't fathom more pleasure than what I feel right now. I fear it would tear me apart.
Still, he continues his relentless assault on my senses. I close my eyes, and I see pleasure and red and heat, things I don't think there are images for. All I can focus on is the pressure building between my legs, as it spreads to my pelvis and bursts through my body, pushing me over the edge and into pure ecstasy. I cry out his name as the world goes white, and my pussy contracts in rhythmic, rapid beats.
My entire body trembles, and I can't keep still. Dario holds me in place gently, with one hand on my stomach and fingers in my pussy, making me rest until he feels my orgasm come ashore and land.
As the waves of pleasure subside, Dario removes his fingers and moves up my body, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. His hands find their way into my hair, his fingers intertwining with the strands as he guides me onto my knees.
"Jasmine," he says, his voice husky and filled with desire, "I need you to pleasure me."
The intensity of his gaze sends another shiver through me, and I nod, eager to reciprocate the fucking joyride he's just given me. My hands move to his waistband, undoing his pants and freeing him from the confines of the fabric.
As our eyes lock, I hungrily take him into my mouth. My tongue swirls around his throbbing cock. I take him between my lips, eagerly stroking and sucking every inch of him. I look up and see him staring at me, his hands still through my hair.
I part my lips a little, give him a view of just what my mouth can take, before swallowing his cock. I cradle his balls, gently moving them in my cupped hand. He sucks in a sharp breath. “Good girl,” he manages to get out. I bob my head up and down with increasing speed and fervor, determined to bring him to the brink and beyond.
Suddenly he pulls away. I blink in surprise, unsure of what's happening, but the fire inside me continues to burn.
He reaches for his discarded tie. He pauses and looks at me, “may I tie your wrists?”
Just the idea makes me want to faint with pleasure. I like it when he takes charge.
"Please," I nod, needing him more than ever, "Don't make me wait any longer."
"Patience, amore mio," Dario murmurs, his eyes locked on mine. There's a wicked glint in his gaze that both excites and terrifies me. He positions himself between my legs, the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. "You'll get your release, but only when I say so."
And then, without warning, he thrusts inside me, filling me completely. My body arches beneath him, and I bite back a moan, my nails digging into the sheets.
His hands grasp my breasts, squeezing and pulling as he thrusts into me with a force that borders on painful. But the pain is mixed with pleasure, a heady combination that leaves me begging for more.
He bites my neck and tugs at my nipples, sending waves of tingling sensation through my body. It's rough and relentless, but I crave it, the feeling of being taken and used by him in ways that push me to my limits. Every stroke brings me closer and closer to the edge, but he doesn't go all the way.
"Please, Dario," I whimper, unable to take the torturous pleasure any longer. "I need you to let me come."
"Tell me how much you want it," he demands, his voice rough and raw. I can see the strain etched into the lines of his face, and I know that he's fighting for control just as much as I am.
