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“Gio, Gio. Gio,” I chant as he begins to pull out. He drags his cock out until only the head is inside me before thrusting in again.

I scream even louder, suddenly glad we are in the middle of nowhere where nobody can hear us.

“That’s it, princess, scream for me,” he says. “You take my cock so well. So tight and hot. I’m going to pump you so full of my cum that you’ll be leaking it for days.”

Oh my God. Giovanni is going to ruin me for any other man. And yet, I regret nothing.

CHAPTER 8

Giovanni

For the first time in my life, I’m struggling not to cum. The feel of Aurora’s tight channel wrapped around my cock can only be described as exquisite.

She fits so well around me. Like she is made for me. I fuck her like a crazed man, her every moan and groan pushing me further and further to the edge.

“Oh God, oh God,” she chants.

“You’re taking me so well, princess,” I grunt.

“Oh God, Gio,” she moans.

“That’s right, baby,” I growl. “Who owns this pussy?”

“You,” she breathes out.

“I said, who owns this greedy, little cunt?” I enunciate every word with a hard thrust.

“You, sir. You own it. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

“Good girl,” I praise.

I don’t miss the way she shudders at my praise. So the naughty princess has a praise kink, too? That’s interesting. She’san endless layer of curiosity for me, and every layer I unwrap holds me captive.

I reach under her and find her clit. Then I rub tight circles around her protruding nub until she’s vibrating.

“Cum for me, princess,” I order her.

She tenses, and then she cums with a muted groan. I thrust one last time into her before cumming with a shout, filling her full with my hot cum.

All I want to do after is pull her to me and fall asleep, something I’ve never ever felt like doing my whole life. Everything with Aurora is just so different. She rearranges my whole systemic makeup and turns me into someone I don’t recognize.

With a groan, I pull out and watch my cum leak out of her.

“We never made it to the blanket,” she mutters drowsily.

“What?” I ask in confusion.

She turns to lie on her back and blinks up at me. There’s a look in her eyes that makes me tense. It’s a look of sleepy adoration.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I warn her harshly.

“Like what?” she mumbles.

“Like you’re getting ideas in that pretty little head of yours.”

“Aww, you think I’m pretty.”

“Aurora,” I warn.

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