Page 52 of Power Pucking Play

"Please don’t stop," I plead, my voice trembling with the weight of my need. "I’m going to come…I can feel it. Please, Gio, just like that."

The way he moves, so perfectly in sync with my body, pushes me further toward the edge. I can't hold back any longer, my body quaking as I teeter on the brink, ready to let go entirely.

As Gio's hand slips down between us, his fingers find my clit with an expert touch.

I gasp, the stimulation pushing me over the edge. My breath hitches, and in that moment, the world narrows to just us.

His relentless thrusts and the magical dance of his fingers igniting my senses like wildfire.

"Gio, oh God, I’m coming," I moan, my body spasming in the depths of pleasure as I lose myself completely.

He doesn’t relent, continuing to pump inside me, his desire matching the frantic rhythm of my heartbeat.

I can feel him getting closer, every thrust propelling him toward his own climax. And then, as I ride the last ripples ofmy orgasm, I feel him tense, his perfect muscular body jerking against mine as he finally reaches his release.

I watch Gio as he hits that peak of ecstasy, and it's completely mesmerizing. His dark hair is tousled wildly, the strands falling across his forehead in a way that only accentuates his chiseled features.

There's something primal about him in this moment.

His beautiful face contorted in pleasure. Raw. Unguarded.

I take in the way his body tenses, muscles rippling beneath his skin.

He's gorgeous. Every inch of chiseled skin. And already, I want him all over again.

As the last shudders of Gio's climax fade, he flashes me a grin that sends warmth pooling in my belly. His weight settles onto my satiated body, and I can’t help but chuckle at how he looks, that satisfied smile juxtaposed with the gleam of wickedness in his eyes.

"Well, that was quite the workout," he teases, his breath still ragged. “Should I start charging you for this?”

I smirk, running my fingers playfully down his back. "I think you owe me a discount. After all, you were the one who started this ‘exercise’ in the first place."

Gio raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. "Discount? I didn't realize I was doing community service. Maybe I deserve a medal for my efforts."

"You have enough of those already.”

He chuckles, dipping his head closer. "The kind of medal I'm looking for doesn't come in sterling silver or gold." His mouth lowers, latching onto one of my nipples, and I sigh. "Fuck," he says, his lips ghosting over my skin. "Is it possible that I'm getting hard all over again? I mean, Jesus.”

He hovers above me, his arousal strikingly evident despite the aftershocks of his recent climax. It’s nothing short of incredible, a testament to his insatiable desire.

"You really are something else, aren’t you?" I tease, my voice laced with playful disbelief.

He smirks, the color of his eyes deepening in the relative dark. "What can I say? I’ve always had a penchant for multitasking."

I laugh softly, feeling emboldened. "Well, maybe I should keep this 'community service' thing going then. Might as well earn my keep."

With a swift motion, Gio flips me over effortlessly, and the air rushes from my lungs as I find myself face down against the sheets.

I feel the warmth of his body close behind me. The teasing brush of his lips trails over my lower back, igniting sparks of anticipation.

He kisses his way downwards, just above my ass, his breath hot and tantalizing.

I'm still trying to catch my breath when I feel Gio's hands grip my waist, spreading my cheeks apart. "You know," he says, "some might call this an extreme form of community service. But I like to think of it as a form of quality control."

His tongue flicks against my skin, and a desperate moan escapes me, echoing off the sheets.

"Oh God," I gasp as Gio lifts my hips, and suddenly, I feel him between my legs, his tongue exploring me from behind.

A wave of heaven-sent pleasure crashes over me, pushing aside any thoughts of restraint.

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