Page 57 of Unforgivable Ties

The pleasure was so intense, it was almost unreal. Each flick of his tongue ignited another burst of sensation, consuming me in a heavenly fire. He was unrelenting, driving me higher and higher, each gasp and moan drawing out the fervor that had been building between us for months.

When he slid a finger into me and gently curled it upwards, I cried out, my hips bucking against his mouth in an uncontrollable reaction. His movements were calculated, rhythmic, every stroke and swirl designed to bring me closer to the edge. He added another finger, stretching me gently, never ceasing his torment with his tongue on my sensitive bundle of nerves.

Then, the world exploded into a thousand shards of pleasure. My mind went blank, swept away in a torrent of ecstasy. I gripped his hair tighter, struggling to remember how to breathe. His tongue never faltered, continuing to lick and lap at me, drawing out the aftershocks of my orgasm.

“You’re delicious.” Vincenzo kissed from my sensitive clit to the inner junction of my thigh. He sucked and nibbled, and admired his handiwork when he was done. A dark hickey was on the inside of my thigh, a marking reminiscent of a wolf’s claim.

“Please fuck me,” I begged.

His mouth was amazing, but I was pretty sure his cock would send me to another planet. I had to know what he felt like inside of me; how our bodies felt merged together.

“Hm, not yet,” he said, tracing the hickey he had just given me. “You’re going to have at least three of these before I do that.”

“H-huh?” I said, my mind still foggy from the intensity of the earlier climax.

“I’ve waited a long time for this meal. I’m going to enjoy it to the fullest,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

I wasn’t sure how I would handle two more orgasms. Just the one had left me completely undone, feeling almost boneless after. His eyes were dark with lust as he bent down for another taste, ready to satiate his hunger.

I squirmed and cried out in pleasure at his touch, each orgasm more intense than the one before it. Vincenzo was relentless, devouring me with an insatiable appetite. His tongue danced around my swollen bud, while his fingers forged a rhythmic sensation within me. The pleasure was nearly unbearable as I writhed under his expert touch, his mouth consuming me whole.

There were four marks on my inner thigh by the time he was done. He sat back, admiring his handiwork and my swollen pussy. His mouth was covered in my juices and the sight was absolutely pornographic, the way the sheen reflected in the light of the bedroom.

“One minute,” he said, hopping up from his bed.

He ran to his bathroom and I could hear him fumbling around in the lower cabinet, searching for something. Thirty seconds later, he returned, a box of condoms in hand.

Vincenzo pushed his underwear to the floor, and I audibly gasped at the sight. He wasn’t lying when he said it was bigger than my toy—I had no idea how it was doing to fit inside of me. His cock was bright red and leaking pre come, flushed and desperate from all the foreplay. It was perfect.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he said, opening a condom and rolling it down his length.

“I have a pretty good idea,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper. Even though he had just given me four orgasms, seeing him so aroused, so hungry for me, stoked an intense blaze of desire in me.

“Let me know if it’s too much,” he said as he lined himself up with my entrance.

As he slid inside, my toes curled and I dug my nails into his back. It was too much, but in the best way possible. Every inch of him was a new territory claimed, each stretch of my body a delicious ache. It was an intrusion that felt right, that felt like he was the only one that belonged inside.

“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his grasp on me tight as he bottomed out.

I moaned his name into his ear; the sound swallowed up by our pants and bodies coming together. His thick cock stretched me, forcing me to accommodate his impressive girth. Despite the slight discomfort, having him inside of me was an overwhelming pleasure I had never known.

He lifted my legs on his shoulders before grabbing my hips and beginning to move. His movements weren’t slow or deliberate; he was fucking me like a man possessed, driven by insatiable hunger. His heavy balls slapped against my ass with each powerful thrust eliciting a smacking sound that echoed throughout the room.

“You feel so fucking amazing,” he growled, his voice ragged with lust.

His eyes were wild, frenzied with the intoxicating pleasure of our shared intimacy. His muscles corded, straining against his skin as he drove into me again and again. Each thrust hit the most deepest and sensitive spots inside of me, sending fireworks of pleasure shooting through my core. The sensationwas electrifying, transcendent, each thrust of his hips sending me spiraling further into the abyss of ecstasy.

His hands, once gripping my hips, moved to cradle my head, fingers tangling in my hair as his lips fiercely captured mine. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady blend of lust and power. He devoured me with a passion I had never known, a fiery desire that consumed us both.

I felt myself right on the edge, teetering on the precipice of overwhelming pleasure. My body was tense, every nerve ending ignited by his relentless pace. Each stroke of his cock inside me pushed me closer and closer until I was hanging by a thread.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice a raw, guttural gasp.

It was too much. My orgasm ripped through me, an explosive rush that swept away all semblance of control. I whimpered and cried his name and told him how good he was, how good his cock felt inside of me.

As my walls fluttered around him, his strokes became less controlled as he lost himself in me. With a final, powerful thrust, he groaned my name as he reached his climax. His body shuddered above me and he buried his face into the junction of my neck as he rode the waves of his orgasm, his warm breath hitching on my skin with every gasp. I felt him twitch inside me, the pulsating sensation sending aftershocks through my still sensitive body.

He pulled away from me and I instinctively reached out to bring him back, to hold him close and listen to his heartbeat.

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