Page 51 of Power Pucking Play

I’m captivated, unable to look away as anticipation builds within me. Finally, he reaches for his boxer briefs, a wicked grin stretching across his face, and I can’t help but bite my lip in anticipation as he reveals himself completely, the sight of his thick, perfect cock making my heart race.

With one hand wrapped around his cock, Gio smirks at me, his confidence radiating like a force field.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this,” he growls, his voice a low, sultry temptation.

He reaches down, quickly retrieving a condom from his discarded slacks, the crinkle of the packaging sharp in the heated silence. “I hope you're ready for me because I won't be holding back.”

The heat in his gaze intensifies as he tears open the foil, his movements deliberate and teasing. I can barely contain my excitement, my body responding instinctively to every word he utters, craving the moment when he finally takes me completely.

I'm breathless, my heart pounding in my chest as Gio positions the condom over his throbbing cock, the sight sending shivers down my spine.

He lifts my ankles effortlessly onto his shoulders, and his solid, over-engorged dick hovers at my entrance, teasing me with the tip, just barely pressing against me.

I can't stop myself.

“Please,” I beg, my voice trembling, a throaty rasp. "Please."

His voice is a gravelly rumble. "Please what, Lexi?"

"Please. Don't make me wait any longer."

Every fiber of my being is desperate for him to plunge into me.

The green-eyed devil in front of me is relishing in this delicious torment, holding me on the precipice of pleasure.

His smirk, that evil grin, only fuels my desire, only makes me want him more.

I arch my back, trying to urge him forward, craving the sweet release of connection. “Please..." I groan again.

"Say it, darling. Say it. You know you want to."

I swallow. "Please...fuck me, Gio."

The moment I utter those words, it feels like the world falls away, and it's just him and me, tangled in this overwhelming need. Gio responds with an intensity that takes my breath away as he pushes into me, filling every inch with his heat.

A moan escapes my lips, loud and unabashed.

He begins to take long, deliberate strokes, each thrust driving me into heights I've never dared reach before.

I can feel myself tightening around him, my body practically pulsating in rhythm with his movements.

Each pull, each plunge, pushes me further into ecstasy.

I can hardly believe how perfect this feels, how wholly consumed I am by every moment we share.

The filthy words spill from his lips uncontrollably, each syllable dripping with desire, and I can feel my own body responding to the unabashed hunger in his gaze.

As Gio pumps into me relentlessly, his words pour out like molten lava, searing my senses. “You’re so damn wet for me, Lexi,” he growls, his voice low and rough.

“Look at you, taking me so well, so beautifully. You make it impossible to hold back.”

Each thrust accentuates his dirty proclamation.

“Do you have any idea how hard you make me? I can’t get enough of you.” My heartbeat races with his every word, and the undeniable proof of his desire fuels my own desperate need for him.

I can feel the tension building deep within me, swirling like a storm ready to break. "Gio, I’m so close," I gasp, my words barely making it past my lips as pleasure washes over me in waves.

Each thrust drives him deeper, intensifying the delicious pressure coiling in my core.

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