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He hitches me up around his waist and, without hesitation, slams into me, his blue-green eyes heavy with pleasure.

"You're my heaven, Eden."

It always feels like the first time with him, and this well of longing, need, and lust for each other will never dry up and can never be satiated.

I tilt my head back, arching my back to rub my rigid nipples against his chest as he slides out, then back in. "I need it hard, Vito."

His fingers dig into my ass cheeks as he holds me up against the wall. He flashes a smile mixed with heaven and sin. "Hold on, baby."

I hook my ankles around his back, wrap my arms around his neck, and hold on as he fucks me like he's trying to imprint himself on my body.

The concrete wall is rough on my back, scratching and scoring it, but I don't care. All I care about and want is the amazing way he fills me, stretches me, and hammers into me, along with his taut muscular frame pressed against mine.

His scruff scrapes my neck as he buries his face, biting the base of my throat. The pain shoots pleasure down to my nipples, roughening up against his chest, then straight to my pussy.

He works me—it feels endless but, at the same time, like it will never last long enough—and sweat coats both of our bodies.

My skin is alive. Touch is amplified like I'm on some drug—where his fingers dig into my flesh, everywhere our bodies touch, my rock-hard nipples on his chest, his mouth, lips, and teeth, and his beautiful big cock moving in me. It's almost too much, but I drink it, inhale it, ingest it, all like an addict. The sounds he makes intensify it, knowing that I'm doing the same to this powerful, deadly man.

"Work your clit," he orders.

I push my arm between our sweat-slick bodies. My clit is so swollen and sensitive it almost hurts, but I work it like he commands, and my walls flutter.

"That's it, baby. Make your pussy clench and fist my cock while I fuck you." He bites my shoulder, making me cry out again. "You feel so goddamn amazing."

He works me mercilessly, sliding in and out with hard, rapid strokes. I rub my clit harder, feeling the crest of my orgasm start. My walls clench as the pleasure ratchets up another notch, making it hard to breathe as Vito hammers the air out of me with every thrust.

"You're so close. Pinch it.Hard. Come for me. Now, Eden."

The orgasm rips me apart. I cry out his name as the core of ecstasy blasts apart inside me, stealing my breath as I convulse around his thick length.

"Fuck," he grits, fighting off his orgasm by slowing his strokes as the last of my release leaves me limp. I'mwell and trulyfucked.

But Vito isn't finished with me yet.

His tempo now is slow but withhardslams—him thrusting up and slamming my body down.

"Oh God," I choke on pleasure. My fingernails dig into his chiseled back.

He bites my chin, then sucks it. "Be my good girl and give me one more. Then I'm going to coat your tongue and throat with my cum like my good little cum slut."

The hard, powerful slams and dirty talk bring my second orgasm right on the heels of the first. I scream, his mouth capturing it, as my body shakes and spasms like I'm seizing. If I weren't in euphoric bliss, I'd be concerned my insides have just been fried with the electricity ripping through me.

Somehow, Vito didn't detonate with me. I'm spiraling down from heaven when he lowers my feet to the ground. My knees buckle, and he catches me, kissing me roughly.

Once I can somewhat breathe again, I sink to my knees, staring up at him. He's a god mixed with a devil—all the hard cut angles of him, and his eyes filled with fire and lust.

"If I'm your cum slut, then give me your cum."

"Fuck me," he groans.

I open my mouth, sticking out my tongue, and his hips buck to drive in deep. One of his hands cups my head, and the other braces against the wall as he fucks my mouth. My hands wrap around his muscular ass, pulling him toward me, and my moans edge him on.

I look up at him, staring down at me with a fierce, possessive look that makes my pussy clench as if it didn't just have two orgasms. His groans and grunts add to it. My beautifulpredator's face turns almost pained, and he pulls on my hair, adjusting the angle of my head, allowing him to go deeper.

I fucking love it.

I moan and hum around his length and move one of my hands to cup and slightly squeeze his balls.

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