Page 28 of Veil of Smoke

I slide a hand up her thigh, under the edge of her shorts, and find no underwear—just warm, bare skin. She shifts, giving me room, and I tug the shorts down.

She kicks them off, and now it’s just her—naked, sprawled across me, legs parted over mine. I take her in, the flush spreading down her chest, the dark hair between her thighs already wet. My mouth goes dry, but I don’t rush.

She reaches for my jeans, fingers working the button open, then the zipper.

I lift my hips, letting her shove them down, and my cock springs free, hard and aching. Her hand wraps around it, slow at first, stroking from base to tip. I hiss, head tipping back as she tightens her grip, thumb brushing over the head.

My hips jerk up, and she keeps going, pumping me steady, watching my face like she’s memorizing every sound I make.

I grab her wrist, pulling her hand off, and lift us, walking toward the cot. When I drop her, she lands on her back on the cot, legs still tangled with mine, and I settle between her thighs.

Her pussy’s right there, glistening, and I don’t waste time. I spread her wider, one hand pinning her thigh, and drag my fingers along her slit. She moans, hips tilting up, and I press harder, parting her folds.

She’s soaked, dripping, and I slide two fingers inside, feeling her clench around me.

“Dario,” she gasps, hands grabbing my shoulders, nails biting in.

I pump my fingers, slow and deep, curling them to hit that spot that makes her arch off the cushion.

Her legs tremble, thighs squeezing my hand, and I add my thumb, circling her clit. She’s loud now, moans breaking into sharp cries, and I feel her tighten, so close already.

But I want more. I pull my fingers out, ignoring her frustrated groan, and shift down. My mouth replaces my hand, tongue licking a long, flat stripe up her pussy.

She bucks hard, a curse ripping out of her, and I grip her hips, holding her still.

I taste her, raw and tangy, and suck her clit between my lips. She shouts, hands fisting in my hair, pulling, but I don’t let up. I flick my tongue, fast and firm, then slow, dragging it out. Her thighs shake, clamping around my head, and I push deeper, licking inside her, feeling her pulse against my mouth.

She’s thrashing now, close to breaking, and I keep going until she’s begging.

“Fuck, Dario—please,” she pants, voice wrecked.

I pull back, climbing up her body, and settle between her legs again.

My cock brushes her entrance, slick and hot, and I don’t wait. I push in, slow, feeling her stretch around me.

She’s tight, gripping me like a vise, and I groan as I sink deeper, inch by inch, until I’m fully inside. Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my ass, pulling me closer.

I pull out halfway, then thrust back in, harder.

She cries out, hands scrabbling at my back, and I set a rhythm—deep, steady, every stroke dragging a sound from her. The cot rocks beneath us, creaking loud, but it holds.

I lean down, mouth on her neck, sucking a mark into her skin as I fuck her. Her tits bounce with every thrust, brushing my chest, and I shift, hitting deeper.

She gasps, nails raking down my spine, and I feel her pussy clench, squeezing my cock tight.

“More,” she demands, voice raw, and I give it to her. I thrust harder, faster, skin slapping skin, the sound echoing in the room.

Her moans turn to screams, and I feel her shatter—her pussy pulsing around me, wet and hot, as she comes. I don’t stop, fucking her through it, drawing it out until she’s shaking, breathless.

She’s not done. Her hands grab my ass, urging me on, and I flip her.

She lands on her knees, chest pressed to the cot, and I’m behind her in a second. I spread her wide, hands on her hips, and thrust back in.

She groans, pushing back against me, meeting every stroke. I grip her harder, pounding into her, and she takes it, rocking with me, her ass slapping against my thighs.

I reach around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast. She shouts again, another orgasm ripping through her, and I feel her drip down my cock, soaking us both.

It’s too much. I thrust deep, once, twice, and come hard, spilling inside her with a guttural sound. My vision blurs, arms trembling as I hold myself up, and I collapse onto her back, both of us slick with sweat.

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