Page 89 of Promise Maker

Arching my back, I grind against his mouth as histongue replaces his fingers in my dripping hole, and he licks and entwines itrepeatedly while rubbing my swollen nub.

“Fuck,Domenico,” Icryout.

“I love when you scream my name,” he hums into mypussy.

The pressure soars to an immense high, pushing mybody to the ledge.

My eyes roll back.

Toescurlinto the sheets.

The gates burst open, and I plunge into the sweetdepths of euphoric release.

“Ohh!” I shatterviolently as the orgasm floods my pussy and swells throughout the rest of mybody.

Still panting hard, I watch Domenico through thesexual haze.

He straightens and wipes his mouth with the backof his hand, but not without licking my juices from his fingers first.

“It’s time to claim what’s mine,” he snarls,quickly undoing his pants.

I shudder from eagerness as he sets loose histhick and lengthy cock. Then he creeps up my body like a hunter, heaves me tothe pillows, and positions himself between my thighs.

“Dig your nails into my flesh and hurt me when ithurts,” he says. “But I won’t stop.”

“I’m sure as hell nervous. But I’m hungry for thatdick. Do it.”

Domenico slams his mouth on mine, absorbing mypainful whimpers as he slides his shaft into my tight walls in one swiftthrust.

He stays still, kissing me hard.

Tears spill down the sides of my face from theache. But I saved myself for this man, and I want him to have me.

I fight against the discomfort when he slowlybegins to grind, stretching me to accommodate his width.

“The ache won’t last,tesoro,”he says at my mouth. “Relax your muscles.”

I widen my thighs and breathe deeply.

Domenico groans, trailing his hands all over mybody as he makes love to me. “I’ve wanted you for so long.Tisenticosìbene.”

Soon, the uneasiness simmers, and I’m able toenjoy the moment fully.

He licks and sucks on my tongue greedily as if hecould never get enough.

I moan at the indescribable feeling of bliss, surethat I wouldn’t have enjoyed sex so much with anyone else.

“Domenico,” I groan over and over, surrendering toall the emotions and further losing control of my heart.

“You belong to me,” he rasps. “Every part of youbelongs to me.”

“Yes,” I whimper without protest. “It’s allyours.”

Our bodies move in perfect rhythm, moanssaturating the bedroom and creating melodies.

“Doesn’t it feel good,tesoro?”he hums, trailing his tongue to my neck. “Isn’t it worth the wait?”

“Yes,” I purr like a feline. “It was fucking worthit.”

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