Page 55 of Deception

He’s still holding back, I can tell.

A caged animal.

And I want to unleash him on me.

I rest my arms across his shoulders, hovering over him, straddling him.

I reach down between us, wrapping my fingers around him, gripping tightly. The growl that forms deep in his chest rumbles through me as I guide him right to my entrance, holding him fast, keeping him right there.

A flash of animal lust flares in his eyes and I feel him flex every muscle below me.

He pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around me and I lean down, right next to his ear.

“Promise me one thing…”

“Anything.”

“Don’t hold back.”

There’s no foreplay.

I don’t want foreplay tonight.

So I sink down over him, taking him entirely inside me.

I need him all around me, filling me, scorching me with his desire. Making the bonfires of my soul rage and blaze into the dark. I need the storm of him, of us, to consume me, while the storm rages outside.

My long, deep moan accents his as I adjust to the size of him, relaxing to fit all of his impressive size into me. He grips me tight, holding me close to him right before we both slowly begin to rock, Alessandro rolling his hips and me bucking mine back and forth along him.

Each thrust drives any doubt from my thoughts, erases any thought but him.

All I need is Alessandro.

This.

And I want him to take whatever he wants from me.

Give me everything in return.

His fingers spear into my hair, down my back. Every movement is a need, an unraveling of years of pent-up frustration and denial. I can tell it’s only the tip of the iceberg, a well of passion miles deep inside him.

He’s not holding back, but the floodgates are just beginning to open.

I cannot wait for more, to see him let loose on me.

We’re pressed tightly together, grinding, our gasps and moans syncing in the sweetest rhythm.

I’m building up, heading toward a peak when he lays me onto my back, throwing my legs up over his shoulders. He lifts me effortlessly, powerful muscles flexing in the firelight.

When he slides back into me, its deeper, harder.

His girth is stretching me to my limit, filling me completely, my inner walls hugging him so snuggly.

And just as overwhelming is his presence, that pure dominance and strength.

Every time he slides out I’m desperate for him to thrust back in, bucking my hips toward him, demanding that he fill me deeper, rougher.

My first wave of pleasure begins, coiling in a spiral down to my toes, back up through my calves, and trembling up through my thighs. Shivers ripple up my back, caressed by the soft fur rug beneath me, adding to the stimulation as I reach the edge.

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