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So liberated. As if I needed it.
"More," I begged softly, unable to wait to feel him inside me. Relieved, I inhaled as he replaced his finger with the tip of his cock. Slowly he pushed into me, at first just enough to make his head disappear inside me. That was enough to make me doubt my sanity.
Dario bent over me, buried his hand in my hair and pulled my head back so that he could reach my neck with his mouth. He bit, let his tongue slide over the wound and at the same time pushed himself further and further, deeper and deeper into me, so that I could feel every inch of his hardness and so far inside me that I thought I would lose control of my body at any moment.
Instead, he just filled me up so perfectly that I no longer knew what else to feel. I only knew that I needed him. That this feeling of being filled alone already satisfied me and pushed me to the edge of the orgasm that had been hovering over me the whole time. By now, however, it was no longer Damocles’ sword but the kind of release that every fiber of my body was waiting for.
"I can feel your pussy tightening around me, Gia," he growled, a slight strain in his voice. He hadn't even started moving inside me yet, but already had to fight to stay inside me. "I think you should fuck yourself on my cock. So I can see exactly how much you want it and if you deserve the orgasm you're heading for."
He didn't have to finish that sentence. I immediately moved, pushed my hips back against him and pulled back. My movements became faster and faster, although it wasn't exactly easy to do in this position. And far from satisfying.
I much preferred it when he grabbed my hips tight and fucked me until I had no words left and my body just comprised of the pure sensory overload he brought over me.
With a growl on my lips, I abruptly straightened up, turned to Dario and grabbed him to push him astride the desk until he automatically assumed the bottom position. With one single motion, I slid on top of him, grabbed his cock and pushed it inside me.
This time his hands were on my hips, but without guiding me. I threw my head back, straddling him, riding him so hard and relentlessly that I began to sweat and the world around us ceased to exist.
There was only him. Me. And the demanding moves in which our bodies were caught. Dario endured a few seconds of not moving and watching the spectacle from his position, but eventually he grabbed my hips and started fucking me from below so I could rest my hands on his chest.
Heat shot through my veins, rising to my head. I closed my eyes and enjoyed how it felt when his cock penetrated me again and again, stretching and filling me.
Our moans blended together, our mouths meeting in an intimate battle for the upper hand. I tasted blood, felt his teeth, and how his fingernails dug deep into the soft flesh on my hip.
He would leave his mark, so I would too I slid from his mouth to his neck, biting as well, and moved on to his collarbone to bite there too. Dario's upper body came towards me, the tattoos blurred before my eyes, when he suddenly yanked my head back, straightening himself up and thus penetrating me even deeper.
I howled, but didn't let myself get off the rhythm. We kept fucking until our souls left our bodies and I no longer had any idea where up and where down was and how we had even gotten onto the couch when we had just been sitting on the desk.
Only then did I allow myself to come on his cock. The orgasm exploded in me, almost made me faint after holding it back for so long.
But this time it wasn't as easy to pull Dario along with me, because he fucked me through the orgasm. Ruthless enough it became almost painful.
"I knew at some point you wouldn't be able to help but cum on my cock. And you know what? It's heaven and hell," he growled in my ear in a low voice, my hair wrapped around his fist, making it hard for me to wrest control back.
I grabbed his chin. "I want you in my mouth so I can taste you in every way possible," I hissed, knowing full well that it would take a fair amount of self-control for him not to cum on the spot.
In fact, he faltered in his movement, looking at me in shock. I acknowledged the reaction with a sweet smile that could just as easily have been found on the devil's face.
Dario lowered his hand so I could climb off him and slide down his torso until my tongue met his wet tip. I took him in my mouth and made a pleasurable sound as soon as I tasted him. And me. And his blood, which still lingered on my tongue from the bite before.
My senses were already suffering again from the sheer sensory overload, so it took me quite a bit of concentration to pull myself together.
Eventually it was Dario who set me on the right track by grabbing my head and holding me still to take over the motion. He pushed so deep into my mouth that I struggled with my gag reflex, but even that helped the throbbing between my legs flare up again.
I let him have complete control, but massaging his balls again, practically daring him to come in my mouth.
But it wasn't time yet, as Dario continued to pull himself together to enjoy the moment for a while longer and delay the inevitable.
I would have loved to let my hand slide between my legs to play with myself, but the rules were clearly stated: I came on his cock or not at all. And teasing myself if I didn't come in the end was pure torture.
Dario's rhythm became more sloppy, his hips jerked violently towards me. His cock pulsated uncontrollably.
I gave him a smug look, sucking on his cock and playing around his tip with my tongue.
His eyes widened, his grip on my head tightened and finally he came in my mouth, jerking, cursing and gasping. I took his last drop into me before I straightened up. Proud and satisfied.
Dario looked at me in a odd way that I didn't quite know how to interpret, but I ignored it to stretch. I dropped down next to him on the sofa, my limbs entangled with his.
There was no trace oftopolina.Presumably she had withdrawn at some point when it had become clear that she would no longer take any part in our fun.
