Page 80 of King Of Order

I began to thrust, at first with care, eyes on her face, watching every tiny shift in her expression.

When her hips jerked to meet mine, and her face convulsed in lust, I relaxed into a rhythm. Thrusting with even more power.

Until her hand came to my neck, pulled me in, and she growled. ‘Fuck me like you mean it, lover. Fuck me like a King.’

I lost it then, pistoning fast, rough, and far-reaching.

‘Si, leone,’ she breathed in my ear, ‘Scopami più forte. Fuck me hard.’

I obliged her.

Pumping with force as her knees lifted and dug into my flank, her fingers clutching my ass as I rode her into oblivion.

Fotto, she was heaven, incandescent, a dream reverie.

Never had I had it this good. I felt so alive, thrumming, on fire, balls deep in her.

She kissed like a fantasy, too, our passionate lovemaking ratcheting ever higher.

Until, with a cry, she rippled so intensely around me and spurted, rivers of her cum flowing from her as she jerked into a wild climax.

Her lips left mine, and her head flew back, thrashing through her bliss.

Witnessing her unrestrained abandon sent me over the edge.

My spine convulsed as I blew into her pussy with such penetrating thrusts the heavy divan shifted and creaked beneath us.

Feral in her delight, she writhed as my cum scorched her.

I took her thighs and threw them over my shoulder, driving even harder as she moaned through a second orgasm, shaking as it washed over her.

‘Lips,’ I demanded once more, needing to come down with her tongue on me.

She obeyed, and we meshed again in a savage clash of neverending desire. Slowing to longer, languorous suckling as our hips slowed and our bodies glided to a stop.

Her entire body wrapped around me, hands caressing. Her fingers stroking my hair and nape was mind-blowing and intoxicating as waves of pleasure spread over my physique from the massage.

I’d never been so cherished as she clutched closer and trembled through yet another orgasm.

With a sigh, she rested, her head buried in my shoulder.

Still pulsing from my cumming, I reached between us, pulling out for a slight instant, enough so I’d reach her puffed-up clit.

Mouth gliding over her, I stroked her folds and thumbed her.

‘No,è impossibile,’ she cried as her body spasmed once more.

I kept going til tears ran from her eyes, so wrought in wonder she appeared to lose all foothold of reality.

Writhing under me as I undid her, giving her the first of many wild rides.

I’d bedded many lovers. Some one-night stands, others temporary girlfriends.

Yet none had come close to the kind of ecstasy Chiara had given me.

None had made me want to send her to rapture until she would take it no more.

My heart throbbed, gone for her.

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