Page 69 of Vito

Then I skate my hands down my stomach. His eyes track the movement like he's a wolf stalking his next meal. He rolls his hand over the head of his cock to rub the cum that pearls on the tip.

Gripping the waist of my jeans, I slowly slide them down my hips and bend over as I push them to the floor.

Standing back up, I step out of them and do the same with my panties, only slower. His hand has paused on his cock as he drinks in every inch of me. When I stand fully naked in front of him, he closes his eyes, tilting back his head. His face looks like he's in pain before he looks back at me.

"You're even more irresistable than I ever imagined. I want to worship every inch of you." His chest heaves. "But I need my cock inside you. I can't wait. Therewillbe a round two."

He's on me before I can remind him this is one-and-done. He hoists me around his waist, and his cock pressing at my entrance makes all words and thoughts vacate my mind. He spins us so my back is against the wall and kisses me.

But where we had been fierce and wild before, his kiss is different now. It's still hungry and filled with need, but it's also filled with tenderness as he sinks into me and finally joins us.

I gasp as he fills me slowly, letting me stretch and adjust to his size. Then I moan at the sensation and pleasure of him filling me with his god-like cock until our pelvises are pressed as one.

"How do you feel like I'm sliding into heaven, Eden? How?" he whispers as he starts to move inside me.

I cling to his neck, my arms wrapped tight around his back and my legs around his waist. A myriad of emotions rush at me, mixing with the incredible feel of him and the intense pleasure. It all grounds me, connects me to him, like he's the piece I never knew I was missing.

This isn't fucking. This isn't even just sex.

Sweet Christ.

What started as something that is supposed to be fucking and screwing is feeling like something else entirely.

"Vito," I cry, holding him tight to me and rocking my hips.

His fingers dig into my flesh. "Tell me you've wanted me as badly as I've wanted you, Eden. That it's not just me."

"I've wanted you since I heard your voice on the phone."

"It's been torture," he groans, moving with harder strokes.

I tilt my head back, letting him fill me. Letting him take what he wants because what I'm getting in return has no comparison.

He kisses, licks, and sucks my neck, adding more shots of pleasure through my entire body and straight to my core. As he works us harder, my breath stutters with every hard thrust into me.

Ecstasy spikes with every move of his hips. I've never been loud in bed before, but I have no control now. He's giving me pleasure, and in return, it feels like he's extracting everything from my soul. And I'll give it all to him, willingly.

"Eden," he growls against my lips. "That's it, baby."

He snaps his hips, moving his magnificent cockjust so, and I dig my nails into his shoulders as I feel the pressure swell. He growls again, hitting into me harder, making stars erupt behind my closed lids. He kisses me roughly, continuing the hard, punishing-but-oh-so-rewarding pace without mercy or signs of relenting.

The pressure within me continues to build, and I know that when it detonates, it will be like a nuclear blast.

"I feel you starting to clench, Eden. You're going to be a good girl and come again, this time all over my cock."

He shifts, snapping his hips and going deeper at a slightly different angle. My clit glides on his skin, sparking fireballs of pleasure through me.

Rather than hurrying the pace and rushing us both to orgasm, he slows. His arms are taut as he absolutelydestroysmy pussy by lifting then slamming my body down hard so every thrust has his cock bottoming out, deep inside me.

"Oh, Jesus… Fuck." White-hot fire builds, and my whole body tingles. "Vito."

"You're so fucking magnificent." Slam. "Come for me." Slam. "Squeeze and fist my cock.Drenchit with your cum."Slam.

My orgasm doesn't explode; it annihilates.

My screams fill the underground passageway as heat flushes over my skin, and my vision blurs at the edges.

My body convulses and convulses, and I can't breathe. Death by orgasm might be in my future, but what a way to go.

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