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Fucking good! Sì, cazzo! So goddamn delicious. Sei mio. So fucking perfect!

This man is out of his mind and it's all for me. All because of me.

"Show me your tits, Aphrodite. Let me see them."

I have to let go of him to reach around my back for the zipper. He pulls back so he's not in my throat and I suck in a deep breath as I unzip the curve hugging bodice.

It's so form fitting, it doesn't need a bra, so the girls swing free when I pull my arms out and let the bodice drop around my waist.

"Oh, fuck! Be a good girl and squeeze them for me. Pinch those hard little nipples."

I don't hesitate. I know how good breast play can feel. Even before we had sex the first time, I explored the way touching my chest made me feel and discovered that direct line of pleasure between them and my clit. My nipples especially.

I play with my breasts until we're both moaning and saliva starts to drool out of the corners of my mouth. Uncaring, I shove my head forward, demanding more of him and he gives it.

Swallowing him down my throat, I'm so turned on, I shove one hand under my skirt and between my legs. Diving right into my underwear, I rub circles around my clit.

He's so deep, there's no way I can breathe, and knowing he has control of that sends me over the edge. I rub my hand furiously against my bundle of nerves, forcing the pleasure to a nearly intolerable peak.

His sex blocks the sound of my scream, but he must feel something in my throat because he starts to come.

I swallow and I swallow, but when he pulls back to let me breathe, there's still more and some comes dribbling out the side of my mouth.

Chapter 61: MICELI

This fucking woman.

Sex with her is like bathing my soul, something I thought impossible. Bending down, I lift her up and kiss lips swollen from stretching around my cock. Róise returns the kiss, holding nothing back.

Like every single time we touch.

She offers the beauty of her soul along with her body and that sweet, dirty sensuality. I lick my seed from around her lips and she moans.

Fucking moans.

No other woman matches me like this one. Age and innocence don't matter because at her core, she is a deliciously sensual creature.

And yet so pure, her soul shines like a beacon in the darkness of our world.

I rip her dress getting it off her and she doesn't yell. She laughs.

She's not laughing when I plunge my hard cock, that never softened after coming, deep into her perfect, tight pussy.

No, she's moaning and writhing and meeting me thrust for thrust.

It's my turn to play with her tits and fuck if I don't get lost touching her until she screams in my ear. "Move, Miceli. Fuck me like you mean it."

Ah, the word that only comes out of her mouth when she's so far gone in her need, she can't help herself.

Twining my fingers with hers, I push them down onto the bed on either side of her head. Our gazes lock and I let mine show words locked too deep inside my broken soul to find voice.

Driving my cock as deep as it will go, I heave above her. Lungs bellowing and heart pounding, I push us both toward another catastrophic climax.

For one long perfect moment, we are joined so completely, the essence of who we are mixes and we are one.

Afterward, I hold her tight, brushing my hand up and down her naked back and pretend not to notice the hot moisture dripping from her eyes to my chest.

Her tears express the profound connection of our lovemaking that I have no words for.

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