Page 86 of The Don's Soulmate

Ettore catches my mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing my pleas. Then he thrusts inside in one smooth stroke.

I gasped into his mouth, overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock filling me so completely. He begins to move, his pace rough and demanding. I meet each thrust eagerly, desire building once more.

He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips over my jaw. His hands grip my hips, angling them up as he drives deeper.

I cry out, the new angle hitting the upper walls of my tight pussy, sending sparks of pleasure through my veins. "Only yours, Ettore. Always yours."

Satisfaction flickers in his gaze. He pounds into me relentlessly, chasing his release. The bed creaks under our frantic rhythm and moves from its carefully chosen spot, and it’s so fiery, so hot, that a tiny spark of heat forms within me.

“Oh my god,” I mewl, arching my back to get away from the strains, closing my eyes tight as I know I’m about to cum. This tiny tickle is becoming all-encompassing, and suddenly, his hands are on my breasts, and my body is lurching in all directions but tied to one spot.

He pulls out and slams into me, his hands squeezing my breasts down to support his weight, and my legs begin to tremble, the tears flowing down my eyes from pure pleasure.

My climax crashes over me, inner walls clenching around Ettore. He snarls, thrusts becoming erratic until the last of my orgasm fades.

Ettore slows his movements, savoring the last moments of possession. I open my eyes at last, breathless and giddy with joy, to see him watching me with a devilish smile. His eyes flicker over to my breasts and my stomach, and suddenly, I feel shy.

He takes one hand and clamps it around my neck gently before trailing down the middle of my breasts, resting it on my naval.“Perfection,” he assesses, looking at me like I’m a piece of art. “And perfection needs to be examined from every damn angle.”

Without another word, he leans over, unwrapping my hands. They’re sore from all the strain, but I can’t massage them, for he grips my hips tight in his large hold and flips me over on my knees, the bed bouncing from the movement.

“Ettore!” I squeal from the unexpectedness of it all.

“Who said we were done?” he growls from behind, into my ear, as his still-hard cock hits the curve of my ass. With a smile, I position myself just right to serve him, my hands in front of me, holding on to the bedpost, while my neck and ass curve up, giving him a view.

"Tease," he mutters, running his hand up my back, massaging my shoulder blades, and breathing warmly on the back of my neck. I shiver at the contact, feeling his erection twitch in response. I feel his hands on my ankles, parting them, and he’s towering over me from behind. He slides his hand down the back of my neck, down my spine, to reach my ass, which he squeezes before slapping it tight.

The sting makes me lurch forward. He does it again.

His hands pull my hips up, and his cock enters me from behind again. I gasp, feeling the head push inside, stretching me out. Ettore holds my hips tight and begins to thrust. His hands grip my waist tighter, moving with the rhythm of my body. I begin to pant and moan.

"Tesoro," he whispers, "you're mine, all mine."

He begins to spank me, his palm catching against my cheeks and ass cheeks, the pain mixed with pleasure sending shockwaves through my body. I cry out, thrashing wildly, feeling a new kind of arousal.

Ettore's voice is low and dangerous, his thrusts harder and more demanding. I push back against him, my hips grinding against his pelvis. He groans, liking my moves.

His grip on my hips tightens, and he thrusts deeper, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. The sound of skin against skin, the rattling of the bed, the force with which his cock hits my pussy, it’s all too much.

“Ettore!” I scream out, not caring if I scare the animals in the woods.

“Fuck, Carlotta,” he groans back, now squeezing my ass together, making me feel every corner of his cock. “I’ve held out too long…”

“Cum, Ettore. Cum,” I plead, my orgasm threatening to burst through.

"Cum for me," he growls, his voice forcing the pleasure building inside me into a faster, more intense crescendo.

I do as he orders, shuddering under his control as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me. I realize I'm his as I cry out, my body convulsing under the onslaught of pleasure.

"That's it," he growls, his thrusts more erratic, more desperate. I cry out again, arching into him, my body begging for more. Faster, deeper, harder, I urge him without words, unable to form them from the way my body trembles and how my orgasm is nearing its peak.

And then, he erupts deep within, filling me with that perfect storm that pushes me over the highest height of my pleasure. I close my eyes, seeing sparks of red and fire, and he bellows out my name, slowing down, his body shuddering from his orgasm.

His cock rests in me now, both of us unmoving, as the last of my orgasm pulsates through me.

He pulls out, a satisfied smile on his face as he looks down at the wet spot on his bedsheets. He grabs a pillow, placing it under my hips, his eyes never leaving me.

"How does that feel?" he asks, his voice lower than before, husky and seductive.

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