Page 64 of Deception

That aggression, fury, passion are the very things that attract me to him, make him impossible for me to resist. It has me melting in his hand.

Alessandro adds a third finger to his teasing assault, adding more pressure to that bundle of nerves, right where I need it.

Right where I need him.

His teeth nip at my ear, clamping down, his fingers pressing, releasing, pressing, releasing.

I won’t last another minute this way. The tension is tectonic, volcanic.

Yet somehow, he keeps delaying my release, taking me to another level of mind-numbing stimulation without reaching completion.

The need for him to give me what I need is overwhelming everything else.

My mind is screaming for him, utter hunger and desperation.

I’m about to come undone, lose myself completely.

And not just in physical ecstasy. He’s unraveling me.

He’s making himself the sole focus of my world, his fingers inside me, his chest pressed against my back, his hand at my throat.

I start to shake, his arm tightening to keep me tight to his chest, controlling the rise of the oncoming torrent. When it comes, he’s supporting me entirely, my legs giving out, my whole frame contorting to the writhing waves of ecstasy.

I buck and rock against his arms and I feel his eyes on me through it all, drinking it in, his breath held. The aftershocks are too much, surging through me again and again, and he still won’t let me go.

My body goes limp against him.

That’s when he turns me around, lifting me completely off the ground. My legs automatically wrap around his middle. And for a second, he stands there, his arms wrapped around me, supporting my ass, his swollen tip resting against my clit.

Alessandro’s avid gaze takes me in, from the top of my head, to my eyes, my lips, my neck. Down, he traces every trickle of water along my breasts, my stomach, and lower.

I watch as he plunges himself into me with one swift, sure thrust.

Even after so much foreplay, after three fingers and an orgasm, he stretches me to the limit, so full. My inner walls envelop him like he was made to be there.

I can barely move in this position. But I don’t need to.

Aless presses my back against the tiled wall, pinning me in place and hooking his forearms under my knees.

Only then does he start, deep, grinding thrusts, driving me to the edge with every push.

It's exquisite. Right on the verge of pleasure and pain.

A place where Alessandro resides.

The overstimulation of one orgasm makes it all that much more intense. All I can do is keep my arms wrapped around his neck, my legs looped over his arms.

His breath quickens, my own coming in whimpering gasps, and he claims my mouth, biting my lip and pulling on it, fixating on it like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered here.

The next thrust almost knocks the wind out of me and with it I scream, “Yes! Fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can!”

There's a split second of frozen time. I opened my eyes.

His teeth are bared. His eyes half-lidded, boring into me, asking me if I’m truly ready for him to give me what I’m asking for. All I can do is dig my nails into the back of his neck.

Deeply, painfully. Drawing blood.

He never stopped thrusting, but now he’s gaining speed, harder, deeper.

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