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Then he pressed a little harder.

My whole world tilted on its edge as my release ripped through me with the power of a hurricane. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming that all I could do was surrender.

I gasped for air, unable to breathe, unable to think, unable to do anything except feel.

Red-hot bliss pulsed through my veins, hot and heavy and everything that I ever needed in that single moment. My entire body shook, and a shiver ran down my spine, the tremors rippling through me and making the waves of my orgasm even stronger.

I came so hard that my vision turned white.

My toes curled and my hips rolled, inadvertently rubbing my clit against the flats of his fingers even more, which only extended my climax that much further. My legs buckled and it was difficult to stand, but his hand around my throat steadied me and, on some level, I was grateful for it.

When my orgasm finally crested and began to ebb away, the aftershocks still quaked through me, one after the other until my legs were quivering beneath me.

And then he was on me, his lips crashing into mine with his fingers still sliding over my clit, and his other hand was squeezing tighter. It was all so much and not enough and so fast and yet so slow all at once.

I didn’t mean to, but I kissed him back.

His kiss was possessive and controlling and that made my clit throb again. He was kissing me like he owned me, and I moanedagainst his lips before his tongue speared against mine. His mouth was hot and demanding as our tongues tangled together.

This was really happening, wasn’t it?

Massimo had just made me come all over his fingers and things were escalating. Now his lips were on mine and I didn’t know where this would stop, if it would stop, if I evenwantedit to stop.

I moaned and he swallowed my sounds, kissing me like I was a feast, and he was a starved man who hadn’t eaten in days.

It was the most intoxicating thing I had ever experienced in my life.

I could feel his hard cock through his dress pants, rubbing against my thigh. It was so big and so hot that a part of me pulled back, taken aback by the sheer size of it, but there was another part of me that pushed back against him because I knew that a fucking from him would probably hurt just as much as it felt good.

His tongue explored the depths of my mouth, and I felt his hunger, his need, his desire for me. It was too much for me to handle, especially with his fingers on my clit.

I was so close to coming undone for a second time and I hadn’t even known that was possible. Sure, I’d touched myself in the dead of night with the lights off under the covers. I knew how to make myself orgasm, but I was usually too sensitive and exhausted after a single climax to try to continue for a second one.

Massimo didn’t care.

He just pushed me and that made me even hotter. A whimper escaped my lips, and his mouth swallowed the sounds, devouring me as his hand released my throat and made its way to the back of my head. His fingers fisted my hair and pulled it taut, causing a wave of pain to blossom across my scalp. His hand gripped tighter, pulling it harder, and I gasped, losing myself in his kiss and his touch and everything that was him.

Before I knew what was happening, I was sailing into another orgasm even stronger than the last. The intensity was almost too much. My whole body was buzzing, and the heat between my thighs was blazing hotter than before.

His kiss never wavered and neither did his fingers as my knees gave out. His knee pressed between my legs, holding me up as he forced me through the first wave of pleasure. Another followed, and then another, and my whole body constricted as my pleasure consumed me. Overwhelmingly exquisite ecstasy burned through my veins, crashing over me, and taking me out with the tide. I drowned in my bliss, losing my footing as I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.

Massimo didn’t let up. He forced me to ride wave after wave of the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced. I couldn’t breathe, I was dizzy, and my head was swimming, but that didn’t stop my orgasm from sweeping through me like a tornado.

My whole body was shaking by the time I came down from my second climax and steadied my feet on the floor. One aftershock after another almost made my eyes roll back in my head. I leaned against the wall, my heart pounding in my chest, my breathing ragged and my hips bucking against his fingers as I rode out the last dregs of my release.

Then he grabbed my arm, turned me around, and smacked my ass hard four or five times. I yelped, the sudden sting on my already sore bottom catching me off guard.

His fingertips pressed between my bottom cheeks, and I started, but there was nowhere for me to run, not with the wall right in front of me and him behind me pinning me in place.

My heart pounded in my chest. What was he doing and why wasn’t I trying to stop him?

What the hell was going on? Was he going to touch my asshole? Even worse, was he about to fuck me in the ass?

The thought of it sent a mix of excitement and apprehension racing through me, and I was ashamed to say that a part of me would have let him, if he wanted to. The thought made me even more ashamed and even though I hated it once I realized it, it also made me excited.

“Massimo, please,” I pleaded.

His fingers were slick against my spanked ass as he pushed between my cheeks, just brushing over my bottom hole. I stiffened, trying to fight back against him, but suddenly his finger was pressing against my asshole and then it was inside.

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