Page 69 of The Don's Deadly Assassin

I put another finger in her, and begin to pound her with them, my tongue lapping at her clit, my teeth gently grazing. I want to make her scream, to make her beg for more.

As I ravage her with my mouth and fingers, I hear her sweet, soulful voice, "Vincenzo, I'm close... don't stop." I can feel her muscles tightening, her body arching, as the pleasure consumes her.

Without thinking, I pick up the pace, smashing my fingers against her wall in swift, brisk motions. I maintain the pace, and her body writhes. I take one hand and place it on her stomach, holding her down, making sure the position doesn’t change, and then, she erupts.

“Oh my god,” she screams, trembling in every cell. Her climax is violent, and her wetness gushes into my mouth. I feel her muscles clench against my fingers, almost crushing them, but I carry on until the last contraction passes.

I feel her melt into the sheets, tired, exhausted. Slowly, I pull out my fingers, and lift up my head. She’s sheathed in a thin layer of sweat, her breasts heaving with tremendous effort.

I did that, I think to myself with a grin.

I reach up and lie next to her, prepared to let her sleep in my arms. She’s had a tiring day.

But, to my surprise, the little minx wants more.

"Your turn," she says, her voice husky and seductive. She flips me over to straddle me. I watch as she unbuttons my shirt, and removes my belt. She moves down as she slowly removes my trousers.

The sight of her, in that corset, as she looks up at me while removing my boxers will forever remain emblazoned in my mind.

My cock springs free in her hand and I watch with delight as she holds it, slapping it against her mouth. God, that sweet, dirty, small mouth. I buck my hips, letting her know I want her to taste me now.

She looks up at me, my erect cock in her hand, and wraps her well-manicured finger around the base. Her nails are painted hot red, like our passion. The sight makes my cock throb.

She opens her mouth and darts her tongue out to lick me, small teasing flicks that make my hips buck again. Her eyes lock with mine, and I see an unspoken challenge in them. She wants me to lose control. And I don't mind. If anything, I revel in it.

She begins slowly, her mouth sliding down my length, her tongue swirling around my head as she sinks lower. The sensation is exquisite, and I reach down to run my fingers through her hair, feeling the silky strands against my palm.

Her lips wrap around me, enveloping me in warmth, and she begins to bob her head rhythmically.

My hands grip her hair, my knuckles turning white as I struggle to maintain control. I want to thrust into her mouth, to feel her throat close around me, but I force myself to keep still.

Camela looks up at me with eyes darkened by lust, her cheeks flushed and her hair wild. She takes me deeper, her mouth stretching around me, and I can feel her throat constrict as she swallows me whole. Her eyes never leave mine, and the want in them spurs me on.

I can't hold back any longer, my hips bucking uncontrollably, thrusting into her mouth. She takes me, greedily, her mouth moving in rhythm with my motions.

"Camela," I moan, my mind foggy with pleasure. "You're amazing... Keep going. I’m cumming…"

Her eyes flicker up to meet mine, dark and mischievous, and she continues her ministrations until I'm on the brink of release. But just when I think I can't take any more, she stops, leaving me achingly hard and desperate for more.

"Patience," she teases, a sultry smile playing on her lips.

“What are you doing?” I moan, in protest.

But then, I understand. She places one leg on either side of me, and settles down on her ankles. After she’s done straddling me, she takes my cock and places it at the edge of her still wet, soaking pussy.

“Camela,” I moan, and grab her hips. In one swift motion, I slam into her and her entire body flies towards the ceiling.

I pull out my cock, and buck my hips into her again. She throws back her head, and screams in ecstasy. The sound echoes in the room, our passion, our love, it all consumes us. I thrust in and out, faster, harder, deeper.

I can’t help but stare at her tits, those gorgeous tits as they bounce wildly with each thrust, threatening to spill out of that corset. I watch as her dark brown eyes flutter closed in pleasure, her face contorting in an expression of pure bliss.

And then, she takes control. In one swell swoop, she leans forward and grabs my hands off her hips, pinning them up on the bed behind my head.

I watch in amazement as she looks me in the eye, stares me down. She’s in control now. Camela's hips rise and fall in a hypnotic rhythm, her breaths coming in short gasps as she rides me. I watch the way her body moves, slow, fluid, like a dancer’s.

"Vincenzo," she moans, her voice a sultry whisper that sends shivers down my spine.

"Camela, you feel incredible," I groan, unable to contain the intense pleasure coursing through me. I try to fight my hands free from her grip, to fuck her again, to pound her.

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