Page 66 of Deception

And I happily comply, turning over to thrust my ass up into the air at him, the glistening mess of our sex trickling down between my legs. My palms trail back between my thighs, smearing it, rubbing my aching muscles and hypersensitive skin.

I feel him there behind me, his fist clutching his cock as he lines himself up, running the tip up and down my entrance, opening me to him. It’s ultimate vulnerability, my arms pinned under me, my ass cheeks spread wide, inviting him.

There’s something torn between vicious joy and tenderness when he asks, “Can you take it again? Rougher than last time?”

His voice is low, barely above a whisper.

All I can do is nod.

My hands wrap into the sheets, bracing for what I know is coming. When he claims me again, it’s all-consuming.

“Oooh…” I can’t help moaning.

My ass jiggles as he pounds in again, forceful, controlled. It quickly increases in speed and intensity, a roaring rush of blood filling my ears as I clutch at the bed. This is the longest, fullest orgasm yet, coiling like a spring inside me, building over minutes, over countless brutal thrusts of Alessandro’s massive dick.

I’m biting the sheets, scrambling for any sense of self-control, but there’s only him. Only us. Only this

All I can feel is where we meet, my mind disconnecting in sheer, unrelenting bliss.

Neither of us can even form words as he slams into me from behind, his hips hammering into my ass cheeks, slapping that sweet, disastrous mess between us.

It starts with my legs, buckling and quaking.

He’s taut, tensed, his pumps shortening, grinding deeper.

Heat pours off of him in waves over my back, his hands locked around my hips, pulling us together again and again.

“Don’t stop!” I manage to scream, muffled in the mattress. Even though I can’t possibly take much more of this.

My final, soul-rendering release snaps, exploding though me, just as I feel him start to shake, pressing me down onto my stomach, both of us utterly spent. The molten rush of his cum spills into me, sending chills all over my skin.

I fade immediately, drifting into a light sleep, then back. We're curled up, spooning, Alessandro wrapped tightly around me.

We lay like that for hours.

And I know then, in the short days that I've known Alessandro, I've completely fallen in love with him.

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ALESSANDRO

The fluffy, fur blanket wrapped around her shoulders contrasts with Isabella’s dark curls. Watching her sleep in my arms does something strange to me, creates a deep longing.

These past two days have been unforgettable.

Isabella is unlike anyone I’ve ever met.

She challenges me, keeps me on my toes, eager to hear whatever she might say next. More than that, she’s as insatiable as I am.

So much so, that my muscles ache, a soreness akin to a brutal workout.

Or in our case, several brutal workouts per day.

The pliability of her body, the vigor of her athletic form; it makes my blood simmer every time I look at her. She’s my match in every way. It’s irresistible.

It doesn’t hurt that we’ve been naked almost the entire time.

There really isn’t much else to do, and neither of us have even begun to tire of exploring each other. Truly a vacation from reality.

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