Page 48 of Queen of Vice

Mateo's satisfied laugh echoed through the room as he continued his relentless rhythm. My body was on fire, trembling uncontrollably as I felt another orgasm building. This time, I didn't want it to stop, I wanted it to consume me, to take me to new heights. As he moved faster, I begged for more, each plea more desperate than the last.

"Please, harder, Mateo." My voice was hoarse, an echo of my desperate need. His response was to thrust even harder, each movement driving me closer and closer to the edge. The pleasure-pain mix was overwhelming, and I couldn't tell where onebegan and the other ended. He chuckled again, and without pulling out, flipped me so that I was on my back. "You want it harder, anjinho?"

"Yes, harder," I moaned, my voice filled with need.

He took advantage of my vulnerability and seized the opportunity to claim me fully. Each thrust was harder, rougher than before, as he took what he wanted from me. The pain and pleasure coalesced into one all-consuming sensation, and I found myself lost in it. I clawed at his back, leaving red marks on his skin, but he didn't seem to mind. He was too caught up in our shared ecstasy to care. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding and our ragged breaths, punctuated by the occasional slap of skin on skin. I didn't care who might hear us; I was lost in the moment. My eyes rolled back in my head as the intensity increased.

As Mateo continued to thrust, his eyes locked onto mine with a feral intensity thatmade my pussy clench even tighter. "That's it, anjinho," he growled, his accent thick and sexy. "Take it, let me feel you shatter around me."

I cried out, my body heating up with waves of pleasure. I felt the orgasm building deep inside me, threatening to consume me whole. I clawed at his slick back, needing to feel his skin against mine, to be closer to him.

Mateo's eyes never left mine, his gaze intense and filled with desire. He thrust harder, deeper, his movements rough and possessive. I felt myself slipping further and further into the abyss, each thrust drawing me closer to the edge. My moans became louder, and my body arched, begging for more.

"I'm going to come, Mateo," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. "Please, don't stop, don't stop."

Mateo's smile grew wider, his eyes flashing with triumph. “let me hear you scream my name."

I couldn't hold back any longer. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting him deeper. “Mateo!" I moaned his name, my voice echoing in the room as my orgasm finally hit me. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, and I clawed at his back, feeling him shudder as he thrust into me. Mateo's breath hitched, his movements stuttering for just a moment before he regained control. His dark hair was disheveled, a light sweat trickling down his neck. His muscles tensed and flexed with each powerful thrust, his gaze piercing and intense. The scent of sex filled the air, mingling with the musky aroma of Mateo's cologne. He still had this air of calculated control as he moved inside me.

“Fuck," he growled, "you feel so fucking good."

I reached up to touch his face, to feel the heat of his skin beneath my fingers. "Mateo," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the sound of our heavy breathing.

He growled, his eyes darkening as he thrust into me, his hips driving us both closer to the edge. "Say my name again," he demanded, his voice rough and deep.

I did, and the sound of my voice seemed to push him closer. He leaned down, his mouth capturing mine in a searing kiss. He thrust into me with newfound urgency, his movements forceful as if he was trying to break something, to leave his mark on me. I thought he’d finish soon, but he kept going, fucking me until I felt boneless and could no longer string together a sentence or feel my legs. I asked him to stop, the word a weak plea as he continued making me come—the pleasure almost painful now. I surpassed being able to handle more but had no choice but to endure. I wanted to make him come, my body was screaming for a break. I let out a pained cry, my hands clutching tightly onto his shoulders in a desperate attempt to hold onto something, anything. My body was a mass of sensations—overwhelming and all-encompassing. It was like he was rewiring me, remapping my entire body and mind.

He braced himself with one hand beside my head and hooked my leg over his arm, fucking me at a new angle. “Touch yourself.”

“I-I can’t,” I rasped, the thought of coming again too much to bear.

“You will."

I hesitated, but the intensity in his eyes urged me on. Gingerly, I brought my hand down between us, expelling a shaky breath when my fingertips skimmed over my clit.

My touch became more confident, my fingers moving in small, firm circles. I could feel the tightness in my core building, a heat spreading from my center outwards. I moaned softly, my eyes fluttering closed for a moment as the pleasure intensified.

"You're so fucking beautiful,” he intoned. "Fuck, yes," he murmured, his grip on my thigh tightening. "I want to feel that pussy squeezing me."

I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze again. My breath hitched, and I knew I was close. I quickened my pace, pleasure and need coursing through my veins. He matched my movements with a fierce intensity. "That's it," he praised.

"Oh God," I gasped, my mind hazy with pleasure. I could feel his eyes on me, the intensity of his gaze intensifying the sensations coursing through me. I pressed harder against myself, my breaths shallow and ragged. A shudder ran through me, and I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to take it anymore. He thrust harder, and I could feel him hitting that spot inside me, the one that sent me spiraling over the edge. A cry escaped my lips, my body trembling uncontrollably as another wave of pleasure washed over me.

“Goddamn, I'm going to come.” He thrust once, twice, his breath hitched and his eyes locked onto mine. A fierce intensity consumed his gaze, and I could feel him tensing. I whimpered, clutching the sheets as hismovements became erratic, his hips pounding into me. He groaned, his body stiffened, and then he was coming. I felt it, a warm surge within me, and I let out a soft cry. I watched him, his mask slipping enough to reveal a look of bliss. Without a word, he lowered my leg and pulled out of me. I exhaled slowly, my body still trembling. He looked down at me, still not speaking, his expression inscrutable once again. His hand softly caressed my cheek, brushing a lock of hair away from my face. It was a rare show of tenderness from him.

He withdrew and stood up, reaching down to pick me up as if I weighed nothing. I didn’t have the energy to protest. I rested my head on his shoulder as he carried me to the bathroom. He set me down gently on the cold tile floor, and I shuffled over to the toilet, feeling weak and spent. I was grateful it was behind its own door. I doubted he would’ve given me the privacy to pee. As I relieved myself, I winced at how sore I was and looked between my legs. Isaw a mixture of blood and fluids, and my labia felt raw and swollen. I wiped myself gingerly, trying to be as gentle as possible.

I heard the sound of the shower running and was suddenly desperate for the warm water, despite how exhausted I felt. I sat on the toilet for a moment, catching my breath, before I stood up and left the tiny room of peace. Mateo was waiting for me, the steamy air offering a welcome contrast to the chilly bathroom. He reached for my hand and led me into the large space. A sigh left my lips the second the multiple shower heads rained heated water down on me. I closed my eyes and savored the moment, the warm water massaging my sore muscles and the pulsing shower heads enveloping me in a cocoon of comfort. Mateo's strong arms wrap around me from behind, his hands gently caressing my hips. His breath was warm against my neck, and I could feel his heartbeat against my back.

"Are you alright?" he asked in a soft voice I didn’t trust.

I wasn’t remotely alright, but I was learning to compartmentalize. I nodded, trying to get lost in the sensations of the shower. "Yes, I'm fine. Just sore."

“You’ll get used to it.” He continued to hold me close, his grip comforting but also a silent reminder of his control. As the warm water continued to cascade down on us, I felt a blend of pain and revulsion. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes again, leaning against him not for comfort, but because I was so fucking exhausted.

Mateo's hands slowly moved down towards my lower abdomen, tracing the delicate curve of my hips, and then dipping lower still. I tensed, unsure of what his next move would be, silently pleading for him to stop there. His fingers ghosted over my swollen labia, tracing the folds gently. A shiver ran through me, a mix of dread and submission.When he didn’t take it any further, I had to suppress a sigh of relief.

I slowly began to relax, the warm water still showering down on us. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, his strong hands still holding me close. The moment stretched on, suspended in time like a delicate bubble on the verge of bursting.

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