Page 42 of The Don's Soulmate

I feel her orgasm building around her as her pussy begins to convulse around my fingers. Her breathing becomes ragged, and her moans become more frantic.

"Trust me, baby, lascia andare" -let go- I murmur, my fingers sliding in and out of her, my tongue dancing on her clit. Her pleasure is my pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” her voice comes out like a husky little sex doll, and my cock lurches to it just as the orgasm crashes over her, shakingher entire body. Her eyes roll back, and her mouth falls open in a silent scream of ecstasy.

Without giving her time to recover, I quickly unbutton my trousers and pull them down to rise as much as I can and find my way above her, our bodies crushing together, her breasts squeezing against my chest. I take one hand to part her still trembling legs and slam my cock into her. I find her freeze up, still breathless from her orgasm, and pull out from halfway in to slide in again. This time, she lets me.

As I thrust into her, she groans. Her soft, slick muscles taunt me to go deeper, and damn it I do as the fire of our lust grows stronger.

I look at her goddess-like face, and suddenly the thought of Ugo Caputo fucking her fills me with rage.

“He doesn’t fucking deserve you,” my hands push on her breasts for support as my cock slides in circular motions inside her. “You hear me? He doesn’t fucking deserve you,” I scream, and pull out my cock to make her once again feel what she deserves.

“Say it,” I scream, sliding it in fully, only to pull back out and plunge in again. My hips slap against her thighs, my cock drives into her over and over, her whimpers mixing with my growls, her nails dig into my back, her pussy clenching around me.

“Say it!” I scream at her.

“He doesn’t deserve me,” she cries out, her nails cutting into my skin as I pound into her relentlessly. Her body arches, her hands falling to the car seat and gripping the armrests.

The pace quickens to a fierce attack, my balls slapping against her, our bodies bruising and sweaty. I feel her cumming again, her pussy gripping my cock so tight it feels like it might cut off my blood supply. The orgasm builds in my own body with every stroke, every squeeze.

“Cum for me, Carlotta,” I growl, and I feel her heat explode around me, her muscles clenching and unclenching. She screams my name, and the sound of her pleasure is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.

As I feel the familiar tightening in my balls, I thrust harder, kicking our need for each other up another notch. Her body is a wild, untamed beast beneath me, and I’m the only one who can tame it. I grip her hips harder, urging her to meet my every thrust, to push us both over the edge.

“Carlotta,” I moan, my voice thick with lust. “I’m going to cum.”

She grunts, thrusting back against me. My cock pulses, brimming with cum, as I find release inside her in long, hot pulses. Her pussy milks me, trying to wring every last drop of pleasure.

After a few moments of shuddering aftershocks, I pull out of her and raise myself on my palms, looking down at her. Her eyes are closed, her breaths still ragged. I can see her heart racing, herchest heaving, but she looks so beautiful and so vulnerable, and it makes me feel...protect her. I can't let her go.

Quietly, I move off her and back to my seat, pulling up my trousers. I look back to see her still naked, but she leans over to gather her clothes and put them on, her face turned away from me.

God. I wish I could keep her naked forever.

I wait for her to get dressed but when she looks back at me, my heart lurches in horror. She’s wiping her cheeks and her eyes are red.

"Che cosa è successo?" -What happened- I gasp and lean over to touch her cheek.

The moonlight filters through the car window, casting a silvery glow on a lone tear trickling down her cheek.

Did I push her too far?

"Ettore," her voice barely above a whisper. "We cannot see each other again.” She looks down and my eyes follow her gaze over her crumpled dress. “This cannot happen again.”

With a determined set to her jaw, she leans down and adjusts the seat into an upright position.

"Carlotta, look at me" I say firmly, my hand moving to cup her face as I force her to meet my gaze. "You cannot go back to him.”

“I'm sorry,” she swallows hard. “This shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't be here with you. Everything is already so complicated; I can’t add another layer to that by throwing the Mancini family and…thisinto the mix.”

“You're right,” I say, my voice steadier than I feel. “You shouldn't be here with me. But here you are, and maybe that's fate, or maybe it's just a big fat sign from the universe, pointing you to run in any direction but the one you’re running towards.”

"Even if that's true, I’m betrothed to another, and I am going to honor my father’s agreement with Ugo.”

"Carlotta," I begin, "listen to me..."

But she shakes her head, her eyes shining with more tears.

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