Page 242 of The Devil's Fire

I leaned over her, savoring the taste of her lips as I kissed and nibbled on them. I wrapped her legs around me, the heat of our bodies melding together. Every second felt like an eternity, and I couldn’t bear to wait any longer.

I glided my cock along her slit, coating myself in her arousal, causing a low, pleasurable sound to escape my lips. It drove me to madness, and I thrust myself into her in one go.

I halted when she winced and clenched her eyes closed.

“Shit. Am I hurting you?” I panted out.

“I’m fine. It’s just been a while.” She opened her eyes, giving me a reassuring smile. “Please, don’t stop.” She breathed out.

“I’ll be gentle.” I moved slowly, letting her adjust to me, and soon her body relaxed. I dove deeper, wanting my entire cock to be enveloped in her sweet pussy. Her nails scraped down my back, sending shivers through me at her touch.

“Keep going. Mark me, baby.” I groaned, her nails digging deeper into my back, and I welcomed the pain. I quickened my pace and closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of her pussy clenching on my cock.

I massaged her clit with my thumb, watching her eyes close as her pretty mouth moaned for me.

“Damiano...” Althaia panted, making me grunt as I felt her tightening around me.

“Fuck, keep saying my name, baby.”

I leaned back, firmly gripping her hips, slamming my cock inside of her as I watched her breasts bounce to the rhythm and listened to the melodic sound of her moaning my name over and over, inching me closer to my own release.

“Oh, fuck!” She cried out, arching her back, and her legs trembled as I felt her come undone around me.

“Fuck!” I grunted, pulling out and releasing on her stomach.

I dropped to my arms above her, catching my breath as I rested my head against hers.

“Don’t leave me again.” I whispered. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, one slipping down her cheek, and I gently kissed it away.

“Never.”

eighty

Damiano

“We isolated them and kept them awake. They will talk when exhaustion hits them.” Antonio reported to me.

“Good.” I replied over the phone.

I sat down on the living room couch to avoid disturbing Althaia, who was asleep. I flipped open the sketchbook she had on the coffee table, curious to see what her mind had created.

“You should get some sleep. You’re a pain in the ass when you’re sleep-deprived.” Antonio commented. Before I could tell him off, I heard Raffaele in the background.

“Is that Damiano? Let me talk to him real quick.” I heard some rustling before he got on the phone. “Damiano! Damiano, please, just please listen to me!”

“What do you want?”

“Please, get laid!” He cried out desperately. “You’ve got too much pent-up sexual frustration, and all kinds of frustrations that exist. So please, for the love of God, get laid! I’m tired! I am so tired! I haven’t worked this much in my life, and you have been up everyone’s ass, not giving us a break. I want a break! So, please, stay there for a week, have lots of sex and sleep, and come back happy. I’m begging you on behalf of everyone!”

“I’m fine.” I chuckled at him for being dramatic.

“He’s laughing! Guys, he’s laughing! My man got laid!” He shouted in happiness, making me shake my head at him.

“Shut up. You can all take a break until I come back.” I told him, and it sounded like he cried out in relief at my words as he continued to shout to the others in pure contentment.

“Tell Althaia I said thank you. She has some serious power over you, and I’m going to kiss her feet in gratitude.”

“Fuck off.” I hung up just in time for my phone to buzz with a message saying that Arianna would be here soon.

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