Page 122 of Love or Tequila in Unexpected Places

With a swift, fluid motion, he plunged inside her.

“Oh, fuck,” Angelo groaned, his voice ragged.

“Oh my God, yes,” Allison moaned in perfect harmony.

He seized her hips, right on top of the bruises from their previous efforts, and began to thrust with relentless force. Each movement was brutal, his pace impossibly fast, making her walls tighten around him almost instinctively.

Allison panted, struggling to form coherent thoughts as he pounded into her. “I’m already—oh fuck—already so close,” she managed to gasp, her legs wrapping around his hips to keep him close.

“I know, sweet girl,” he grunted, his breath hot against her skin. “Come around my cock.” He withdrew one hand from her hips to rub small, deliberate circles on her clit.

Just a few deft strokes of her sensitive bundle of nerves and she was catapulted into an explosive climax. She trembled, screamed, finally crossing the edge she had been chasing.

Angelo continued to drive into her, his cock stimulated by her convulsing walls. He groaned, his head dipping down to capture her heaving breasts with his mouth.

“Fuck, every inch of you is perfect.Aplá téleia,” he muttered, a Greek phrase that only seemed to heighten the intensity of the moment slipping out.

Allison moaned as he eagerly sucked her erect nipple, the sensation sending shockwaves through her. She loved how Angelo always slipped into Greek when he was lost in the throes of pleasure, as if it were his way of hitting a reset button on his senses.

“Jesus—fuck, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” she begged, her voice raw and desperate. She was so far gone, feeling the pressure build again in record time. It shouldn’t have been possible, but Angelo proved just how possible it was as she reached for that peak, the edge she was poised to tumble over.

He straightened, adjusting his position to regain momentum, his gaze locked on where they were joined.

“Fuck, look at how well you’re taking me,” he growled, his voice a rough blend of command and reverence, as though he were offering a sacred prayer.

Allison looked down, struggling to fully see everything due to her bump. Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze shifted to Angelo—sweaty, primal, and intensely focused. The sight of him, so raw and unrestrained, pushed her closer to the edge, helping her reach that cliff a little faster.

“So good. You’re taking me so well. Such a good fucking pet.” His words were a whispered secret, almost subconscious, as he squeezed her hips tighter, his grip intense.

The praise struck a hidden nerve inside her, sparking a new kind of pleasure. She moaned at the sound of his filthy mouth, her body responding to the encouragement in ways she hadn’t anticipated.

Before she could ask for the external stimulation she needed, Angelo’s hand left her hip and traveled to her clit. He resumed rubbing those familiar circles, his breathless chant of her name mingling with his moans. “I’m going to fill you up. I’m going to cum so deep inside you that you’ll be dripping for days.”

The combination of his brutal pace, his hand on her clit, and his dirty words overwhelmed her, and she came around his cock for the second time that night.

“Oh, fuck. So tight,” Angelo grunted, his eyes squeezed shut. His movements slowed, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with warmth. Allison moaned at the sensation, savoring the feeling.

Just then, the shrill beeping of the timer went off.

“Just on time. I’ve worked up quite an appetite,” Angelo chuckled, slipping out of her. She felt his cum dripping onto the countertop, a stark reminder of their encounter.

As she clung to the aftershocks of her climax, Angelo’s gaze never wavered. His chest heaved with exertion, his eyes fixed on her with a mix of glee and satisfaction. The primal look on his face made her shiver, a potent reminder of the man’s intensity.

He reached down, gently brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face, his touch surprisingly tender. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper that sent another thrill through her.

Allison managed a breathless smile, feeling the last tremors of her orgasm ripple through her. She glanced at the countertop, now a reminder of their fervent passion, and mentally noted the cleaning she’d need to do later. For now, the mess was a small price to pay for the mind-blowing sex they’d just had.

Angelo leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead. “I hope you’re as satisfied as I am,” he said, his tone softer now, almost careful.

She nodded, too overwhelmed to form words, but the contented sigh that escaped her lips spoke volumes. “I am,” she finally managed, her voice trembling with residual pleasure.

Angelo’s hands, now gentler, roamed over her body with a care that contrasted sharply with their previous roughness. He liftedher gently, helping her off the countertop and guiding her to sit down on the nearby stool.

He grabbed a nearby kitchen towel, wiping both their sweat from their bodies and the countertop. “I’ll clean up the rest,” he said with a faint smile. “You just relax.”

As he moved around the kitchen, Allison sank into the stool, feeling a profound sense of gratitude and affection for the man who had just given her such a powerful experience, and was now happily about to feed her.

The timer’s beeping had stopped, and the quiet that followed was filled with the soft clinking of dishes and their shared, serene breaths.

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