Page 124 of King of Obsession

I gasped as water cascaded over us, washing away the remnants of our day, each touch igniting a spark of electricity between us.

He found the body wash on the shelf and used it with liberal generosity, covering us both in frothy suds.

As he cleaned me, his sizable, rough hands traced my silhouette, his fingers leaving a trail of heat and desire in their wake. They explored my dips and curves, adoring the lines and contours of my form.

He had a way of stroking me that had me so wet.

I adored how his eyes flamed, his mouth pursed, oh so sexy, when he touched me.

The way he sized my body up and down with sensual lasciviousness, worshiping me with murmurs in Italian, slight hisses, and licks that made me hot.

When his fingers hit my sensitive nerve clusters, I keened, falling weak in his arms.

I wanted his touch in all my spaces, my folds, heating me, scorching me.

His hands were fire on my skin, igniting a spark of electricity between us. Calloused and scarred from a lifetime of work, they moved with a tenderness and gentleness that belied their rough exterior.

‘You are so beautiful, mia sola.’

Every caress was a love song, each stroke a masterpiece painted with passion and devotion.

His mouth glided over my curves, my breasts, and my hips, his intensity pouring into me, a sweet and heady elixir that I couldn’t get enough of.

When the water ran clear, he upped the ante, licking and suckling my tits, his fingers plumbing my pussy, thumb working my clit.

All I could do was hold on to his shoulders as he rippled over me, groaning against my skin.

‘Alessio, I can’t - I need you inside me,’ I pleaded, my voice ragged with yearning.

I writhed my lower tummy and pelvis over his scorching, thick cock, seeking more.

He didn’t have to be told twice. With a guttural grunt, he pulled away from my wet, sopping core, his hand glistening with my juice. He took a moment to admire me, my skin flushed and saturated, eyes dark with desire.

Stepping close, he banded a muscled arm around my assand lifted me, legs still spread wide for him.

He was hard and throbbing, the head slippery with pre-cum. I reached out, grasped it, and began to stroke him, my gaze never leaving his.

‘Please, Alessio,’ I whispered.

I needed to feel his rock-solid dick deep in me.

He took my cue, planting one hand on the shower wall behind me.

The other lined up his penis at the entrance to my wet, slick pussy. His eyes locked onto mine. My breath was snatched away by the desire burning within them.

‘Are you sure?’ he rasped, his voice heavy with lust.

I nodded as the urge to have him root me overwhelmed my entirety.

‘Fill me, to take me in every way possible, honey,’ I breathed, reaching up to pull him closer. ‘Fuck me.’

He didn’t need a second invitation.

With a groan, he thrust forward, burying his entire length in one fluid motion. I cried out in pleasure and arched my back, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to push into me.

‘Fotto!’ he cursed, his eyes rolling back as I enveloped him, the nubbed edges of his piercing working all the way into my pussy until he was anchored deep within me.

I moaned as his cock stretched me open, filling me. His warm hardness was incredible inside me, and I bucked, unable to believe this was happening.

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