Page 86 of Unforgivable Ties

She looked up at me, her eyes clouded with desire but still holding that mischievous glint. “Yes?” she inquired innocently, but I could see through her act. She knew exactly the effect she was having on me, and she reveled in it.

I wanted to tell her to stop, that I was saving all my come for her pussy. But her mouth felt so damn good.

“Fuck,” I muttered, feeling the familiar tightness coiling in my lower abdomen. It was a sensation that Stephanie had become expert at coaxing from me. In one last desperate move, I pulled her away, panting heavily as my dick throbbed.

“You’ve had your fun,” I told her, scooping her off the ground and carrying her to the bedroom.

As I walked, each step was punctuated by Stephanie’s soft giggles. She curled her arms around my neck, pressing herself against me as she peppered my neck with featherlight kisses. Her lips were warm and soft against my skin, fueling the fire that was already raging within me.

Once we reached the bedroom, I unceremoniously dropped her on to the bed. In a record speed, I had her undressed with her legs spread open in invitation for me.

I licked a stripe along her pussy and we both moaned at the same time. I had missed the taste so much.

The hickies I had previously left had faded away from the time we hadn’t seen each other, and a minor flash of anger ran through me. I would never let us be kept apart for so long again.

I would put plenty more on her tonight.

My tongue traced her soft folds, exploring every inch that was offered to me. I felt her shiver beneath me, her fingersclutching the bed sheets as she tried to hold back the moans that threatened to spill from her lips.

“I want to hear you,” I said, before taking her clit in my mouth and sucking on it.

“Fuck, Vincenzo!” she whimpered, her legs jerking and her toes curling in response. I could feel the pulsating of her arousal, could taste it on my lips and tongue. It drove me to the edge, turning my primal instincts into overdrive as I lapped at her, hungry and desperate for more.

I slid my finger into her, feeling her slick walls clamp down on me. The wet sounds of my digits sliding in and out of her drenched pussy filled the room, paired with the sharp gasps and moans coming from Stephanie. She bucked against my face, grinding herself on me, and I loved every moment.

Soon, I felt a telltale fluttering on my fingers, signifying her impending climax. I quickened my pace, sucking and licking with fervor. Her hips rolled in rhythm with my mouth, her hands twisting the sheets, her cries becoming louder.

Her back arched off the bed as she came, her body shaking with the intensity of her release. She called out my name again, and whimpered how much she had missed me, how much she had needed me.

I had missed her too, and I was going to give my girl everything she needed. I sucked my first hickey on her inner thigh, and was very displeased at the blank canvas I was working with. It was something that I would have to fill immediately.

I got lost in her; stuck in a loop of tasting her essence, making her come, and marking her. I was a man depraved, and I needed her to know that. I needed her to feel that. Feel the urgency, the need, the hunger that was eating away at my self-control.

“Vincenzo,” she said as I finished placing my fourth mark on her inner thigh. “I want you.”

I could have easily kept going, but I would never deny her anything, especially when her voice was laced with such need. I glided upwards, pressing delicate kisses onto her heated skin with every inch of space I travelled. Her breath hitched as I briefly brushed my lips across her swollen nipples before making my way to her lips.

Sliding into her felt like coming home. I felt her warm tightness envelop me, surrounding me with a sensation that was as familiar as it was breathtaking. She let out a soft gasp as I filled her, her fingers digging into my back, nails biting into my skin. The pleasure and pain mingled together, driving my senses wild.

Her eyes fluttered closed as I sank fully into her, my body shivering with the pleasure that was already coursing through my veins. I started slow, grinding myself into her as her body reacted, getting wetter, inviting me deeper.

“Voglio rimanere con te per sempre, Cara Mia,” I whispered into her ear.

I want to stay with you forever.I could only tell her these things in Italian, because I was too afraid to say them to her in English.

She looked at me with an intensity that threatened to shatter my resolve. Her nails dug deeper into my back as she met my rhythm, pushing her hips upwards to take me even deeper.

“Vincenzo,” she gasped again, the vulnerability in her voice causing my heart to pound against my chest.

Her body trembled beneath me, signaling her forthcoming release. I quickened my pace, driven by a need that was as fierce as it was tender.

I kissed her fiercely, unable to hold back any longer. I could taste the sweet mixture of herself and me on her lips, intoxicating me further.

“Cara Mia,” I breathed heavily into the kiss. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, pushing me deeper; she was glorious in her surrender to pleasure. I felt her body tighten around me, her breath shallow and rapid.

She let out a cry, her voice reverberating around the room as her orgasm took her. Her release triggered my own, a wave of euphoria washing over me as I emptied myself into her.

I pressed myself as far deep as I could go, wanting my hot ropes of come to be as deep as possible. After not having her for days, the orgasm felt like a thunderstorm raging through my senses, every nerve ending coming alive with fiery passion, leaving me breathless and spent.

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