Page 57 of The Don's Deadly Assassin

"Vincenzo..." she moans, her voice barely more than a whisper as I lavish attention upon her body. Her response sends a jolt of pleasure through me.

"Your taste is intoxicating," I murmur, my breath hot against her skin.

"Please," Camela gasps, her chest heaving as her eyes implore me to take her closer to the edge of pleasure. "Don't stop."

I look up to see her staring at me. The intensity of Camela's gaze burns into me, igniting a fire within my soul that I can no longer contain. "How can I stop when I need you, now," I growl, my voice thick with desire.

"Then take me," she whispers, her eyes locked onto mine, inviting me to claim her fully.

Eager to oblige, I part her legs, my fingers deftly tearing away the thin fabric of her panties with a rrrrip. She gasps, her body trembling in anticipation as I position myself between her thighs.

With a swift movement, I slide into her, my cock bulging into her tight, wet pussy.

"Vincenzo!" Camela cries out, her hands gripping the edge of the piano as I push into her. I cherish each moment, but god I want to see what the next one will bring.

I’ve never felt pleasure this pure. Each thrust sends shivers down my spine, causing my muscles to tense and my breath to catch in my throat.

"Camela, you feel so incredible," I groan, my pace never wavering as I slam into her over and over again, her wetness soaking my cock like a warm summer night.

I’m getting selfish, I’m ramming her harder.

"Harder, Vincenzo! Please!" she begs, her voice ragged with need.

And here I thought I was being selfish. She’s insatiable.

Her command is my wish.

"Anything for you, my love," I reply, doubling my efforts and driving into her with even more force. The world has been reduced to just the two of us, and my goal is to make sure she touches heaven with me.

"Vincenzo, I think... I'm close," Camela pants, her eyes fluttering closed as her body tenses beneath mine. The knowledge that I am bringing her to orgasm sends a thrill through me.

"Let go, Camela. I want to see you come for me," I murmur, my lips brushing against hers in a heated kiss. My cock rams into her in swift, quick motions and I grip her thighs tight, my fingers digging into her skin to keep her from sliding over the piano.

The sounds she makes as she moans drive me wild, spurring me onward as I continue to claim her body with my own.

"Vincenzo... I'm... I can't..." she stammers, her body beginning to shake with the force of her impending climax.

"Give in to it, Camela," I encourage her, my voice soft and commanding as I push her over the edge by now bending my legs just a little lower, curving my cock towards her clit. "Let yourself feel everything."

As if on cue, Camela’s back bucks off the piano, her head and breasts thrown back against the sky. She slams back down on the piano, and I feel her pussy pulse against my hard cock.

Her body convulses beneath mine, her cries of ecstasy ringing through the air as she calls my name out in breathless moans.

Once she stops quivering, I pull out. She gasps to catch her breath, and flings one arm over her eyes, waiting for rest.

But she doesn’t know that pleasure can feel even more climactic.

With a sudden burst of strength, I lift Camela from the piano and she looks at me, her eyes wide with surprise. "Hold onto me," I command. She tightens her legs around my waist and places her arms around my neck for support.

I carry her over to the side of the room with an urgent need and press her against the wall. She eagerly complies as I slam my cock into her again, her entire body weighing down on me, with support from the wall.

"Vincenzo... yes, like this," she breathes, her nails digging into my shoulders. The sensation only serves to turn me on further, driving me to thrust harder, faster, as we chase after that elusive peak together.

I look at her face and see pure ecstasy. I bite her lower lip and look down at where my cock meets her pussy. Along the way, I see her breasts, beautiful, supple, round and cinched against my chest.

I move faster, harder. Her entire body trembles in my sight, the curves dancing in my periphery and for once, I wish I had more hands to touch her with.

God, she’s going to be the death of me.

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