Page 218 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

She doesn’t stand a chance now as her moans spike up an octave and grow into whimpers as she’s seconds from cumming all over my cock.

I grunt at the way she squeezes my cock for dear life, stilling my movement as she cums undone, just to admire the way her wild eyes flutter and she writhes beneath me.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

Fighting for breath, she quivers with her aftershocks but is looking up at me with that glimmer of resilience.

Oh, my Sweet Precious is going to enjoy this ride.

“Grip my waist tighter,” I encourage, and I see the spark of intrigue as she tries to figure out what I’m doing. The moment she follows my request, I carry her off the bed with me, claiming her lips before she can ask what I’m planning to do.

I don’t have a fucking plan. The need to simply try different positions that leave her cumming and squeezing my cock mercilessly is my newfound mission tonight.

“Fuck,” she curses when I have my hands gripping her ass while I snake my arms, so the backs of her knees are resting along my arms, carrying her full weight.

Without delay, I’m pounding into her, allowing the move to encourage her to bounce, leaving her bracing for yet another orgasm that slams unexpectedly through her. I don’t slow down. I keep going, listening to her panting whimpers and gasps before she’s quietly screaming through her squirting mess.

Moving her to the corner desk, I lay her on it, pulling her legs wide open and gripping her tights firmly so I can slide her forward.

Inserting myself, I’m roughing her up, chasing the build that’s racing through me. I can feel how close I am. It always takes so much longer when I masturbate, but Eva’s pussy and the scorching heat of her grip can push me to the edge far too quickly.

“M-Matteo,” she pants desperately. From the way she’s coiling tightly along my length, she’s so fucking close to another climax. I realize how desperate I am to cum with her, so I pick up the pace.

“That’s it,” I breathe. “We’re going to cum together, you hear?” I can’t comprehend what I’m saying or ordering. My only craving is to fill her up with my seed.

“Matteo. Matteo. Matteo!” Again and again, repeating my name with those high-pitched moans and begging whimpers.

I can’t fight it any longer.

“Cum, Eva!” I sink into her and open my eyes to watch her cum undone while pleasure consumes me. I’m beyond satisfied watching her writhe and fight for breath while she quivers uncontrollably.

My groans of release could easily wake the others up, but I can’t tame myself. The relief is dizzy-inducing as I breathe heavily.

Using the edge of the desk to hold my stance, I wait for the world to stop spinning, getting oxygen in my system and allowing the last bit of shots to fill her up.

Pulling out slowly allows me to enjoy the sight of my cum as it begins to pool out of her. I lean forward, using my fingers to mix my cum with hers as I gather enough on my fingers and inch them to Eva’s parted lips.

She opens her eyes, as though sensing my approach, her gaze lowering to those fingers before she leans in to suck my fingers dry.

Fuck.

To think my cock is already twitching to life after an exhilarating orgasm like that makes me realize how dangerous and turned-on I am by this woman.

“Tired?” I ask as I’m between her legs, my cock lying along her glistening folds before I further lean over to claim her lips.She groans between kisses, our tongues intertwining before I give her a chance to answer.

“No,” she pants. She’s lying without a doubt because her eyes are drooping.

“Mhmm,” I smirk and kiss her again. “You won’t handle going again.”

“Try me,” she breathes defiantly.

That’s one part I love about her. That fierce stubbornness.

“Don’t regret it in the morning,” I suggest and easily lift her up.

She has her arms around my neck to keep her hoisted, the two of us sharing a look before she’s easing in to kiss me tenderly.

Her kiss, the way that affectionate warmth spreads majestically through me, helps calm the bits of nerves I don’t realize are in my bones. The tension leaves me, forcing me to acknowledge now that the rigid sensation has departed.

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