Page 91 of Power Pucking Play

"God, Gio," she moans, her hands gripping my hair, urging me closer. "You're so good."

I chuckle against her, the vibration making her gasp. "I'm just getting started, love." My lips wrap around her most sensitive parts, and I hear her sharp intake of breath.

The sound makes me harder than I thought possible.

"Hmm, I love how responsive you are," I murmur between licks, my tongue drawing soft, teasing circles. Her reflexive shivers are the only encouragement I need.

"Don't stop," she pleads, her voice breathy and seductive, and I have no intention of doing so. With every flick and caress of my tongue, I drive her higher, her body dancing beneath my hands like a live wire.

I revel in her taste, her sounds.

Fuck, the way this woman is utterly vulnerable and fierce all at once needs to be studied by science.

I feel the tremor in her thighs, the way her breath hitches, and I know she’s right on the brink. Reluctantly, I draw back, savoring her whimper of protest.

Rising to my feet, I quickly unbuckle my pants, my urgency spilling over as I shove down my boxer briefs to free my aching cock.

Her eyes follow my every move, filled with need and intensity.

Leaning over, I lift Lexi's legs effortlessly, draping them over my shoulders. Her skin is warm against me. I position myself at her entrance, feeling the heat radiate from her pussy.

"You ready for me, love?" I murmur, my voice rough, filled with grit. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, you'll forget your own name." I align myself with her, teasingly sliding the tip against her slick folds, watching as her eyes flutter shut, anticipation clearly etched on her beautiful features.

I thrust into Lexi, feeling the tight, wet heat of her enveloping me completely. It’s intoxicating, the way she clutches at me, likeshe can't get enough. My hands grip her thighs, keeping her steady as I plunge deeper, harder, seeking the point where her pleasure and mine merge into something raw and unstoppable.

"You’re so fucking perfect, Lexi," I grunt, each word punctuated by the rhythm of our bodies joining. Her soft moans transform into cries of pleasure, filling the room, resonating with the thud of my heartbeat.

"Tell me how good it feels," I demand, my voice a husky growl, pushing her with every thrust to the edge she's teetering on.

She gasps, responding with a fervor that spurs me on. We both lose ourselves completely, the world narrowing to just us, and the frantic, delicious friction between us.

I'm so hard inside Lexi, it's almost unbearable.

Each thrust is a battle against the urge to let go too soon, but the way she wraps around me, pulling me in deeper, is driving me to the brink.

“Baby, I'm not sure I can hold on much longer," I confess, my voice strained as I keep pounding her, the intensity building with every movement.

She meets my gaze, her eyes blazing with desire, and whispers, "Don't hold back, Gio. I want it all."

Her words are my undoing.

I surrender to the sensation, my climax crashing through me with raw, consuming power. Her body responds in kind, her wet walls clenching around me tightly as she cries out, her release following mine in perfect, breathless harmony.

I gently lower Lexi's legs back onto the edge of the chaise lounge, my touch tender.

Her peachy skin is flushed and glowing, a perfect contrast against the white of her wedding gown.

Carefully, I adjust the delicate fabric, smoothing over the wrinkles we’ve left behind in our heated moments.

Leaning down, I capture her lips in a soft, lingering kiss, savoring the sweetness that carries a hint of daring aftertaste.

I pull back slightly, my breath mingles with hers as I murmur with a sly grin. "I'm so tempted to take you again right now, to taste every last drop of us inside you."

My words are met with a sparkle in her eyes, reflecting the thrill of secret, intimacies that belong to us alone.

Maybe it's the wedding jitters, or the knowledge that in less than an hour, she'll officially be my wife.

Whatever it is, I never want this moment to end.

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