Page 56 of Deception

The first one is a slow, cascading wave breaking over me, and I inhale deeply to let out a low, long cry, echoing through the dark house.

My fingers curl into the fur, bunching and clenching, holding on for dear life as he drives into me again and again.

I luxuriate in the glow, watching Alessandro above me, his hands clamped around my thighs. He kisses and nibbles at my legs, sending more shivers of ecstasy through me.

His eyes are half closed, holding his own eruption in reserve, slowing every time he starts to throb inside me.

In response, I clench softly, flexing my walls around him and he growls out a low rumble, half laugh, half warning.

The rhythm slows for just a moment as he explores my body with his eyes, dragging the entire length of his manhood out of me achingly slow. “Don’t you dare stop,” I beg, my voice husky.

“This is just an intermission,” he explains, circling one finger around my nipple, pinching it softly.

“Good…because I know you’re not done.”

“I’m just getting warmed up.” The words are gravelly, a promise that I won’t forget this night as long as I live.

Our fingers clasp as I reach out and he pulls me up, rolling back, laying me over him. I straddle him, seating him back as deep as he’ll go and we both savor the feeling, my back arching in a sensual stretch.

I roll my hips once, twice, finding our rhythm again, grinding the head of his rock-hard erection into the bundle of nerves just inside, and Alessandro presses his palm to my lower abdomen, like he can read my thoughts. The pressure is intense, like a quake deep in my core.

I buck my ass back, then forward, and feel him sigh in surprise, his cock swelling inside me as he flexes his buttocks instinctively. I do it again and he locks his hands onto my hips, riding out each thrust with a deep groan.

“Isabella, you’re going to…”

“Yes …Yes!”

His eyes are practically rolling back in his head, the velvet of my inner walls, flexing and squeezing around him. This is the most aroused I’ve ever felt, the most free.

Even though there is a present, very real danger in the man inside me.

It’s a thrill that I can’t deny.

I’ve never come so completely undone with anyone, our bodies intertwining, becoming one like the roaring flame in the hearth.

Every buck of my hips gets me hotter, higher.

I’m slamming down on him, my ass slapping his thighs, his perfect, sculpted ass flexing to drive his massive cock as far inside me as he can.

I hear my own voice, far away, crying out his name, screaming.

“Aless, come for me, come with me!” His name is on my lips, in my head, he’s everything.

It only grows more intense as I feel his thumb press into my clit, sending an explosion of stars erupting behind my closed eyelids.

My fingers dig into his chest. This is it.

The motion of my gyrating hips does the work for him, his thumb pressing into me, his rock-hard girth completing me. A low growl issues from his lips as he watches me. Shooting thrills, a shock of electricity rocketing through my entire body.

I know he won’t be able to hold out this time.

I feel him tensing, clenching, building.

The pulse inside me, the swell of him, sends me over the edge; a roaring conflagration spilling out of him, filling me up in its entirety, lighting my very soul on fire.

We’re both screaming, his back arching off the carpet, my nails digging into his pecs.

It lasts for seconds, minutes. I lose track, lost in wave after wave of bliss crashing over me.

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