Page 135 of The Deadly Candies

She put her hands up against the headboard and applied pressure to push back against his relentless pursuit, to seize some control. He nearly chuckled at her feeble attempts. She started circling her hips as her head went back deeper into the pillows and her breath caught in her throat, leaving her mouth open in a silent cry of submission.

Kathy trembled, breath hitching, a fraying string of restraint pulled taut. Kathy could barely breathe or think past the pleasure. And then the air suddenly returned to her lungs, and she let go of the deepest groan of ecstasy she’d given him during the entire trip.

“Melo… stop, please,” she panted, even as he alternated between soft sucking and tickling. Waves of sensation rolled through her, nerve endings ablaze.

He devoured her.

He nipped and licked her outer labia, teased her clit before fucking her with his tongue.“Please, please, please,” she begged as her head thrashed on the pillow. Hair stuck to her brow as she moaned and clawed at the bedspread.

He must have sensed her final release because as her orgsasmic explosion seizured through her pelvis and the heated walls of her vagina clenched he eased up and over from her under the covers.

“Don’t ever tell me to stop again,” he said. The iron in his voice was followed by a deep groan as his thick, rock hard cock sunk into her tightness, wetness. Her body responded. He went deep, but not deep enough. He gave her slow, measured thrusts of his invading shaft, causing her thighs to lock even tighter around his hips. Kathy could barely catch her breath beyond the pleasured gasps she was releasing.

Carmelo lifted and hooked her leg up high, pressing it down to her shoulder with one hand and bracing himself above her with the other. He did so, so he could gaze down her body, past her quivering sweaty belly to her plump pussy as his dick tunneled in and out of her. It had been months since she’d been in his bed, and ever since her return, he’d devoted every minute to making up for lost time.

He loved her harder now. Her body shook with the force of his thrusts. “Oh, Kathy,” he grunted when he dropped on her and pinned her arms back and over her head to look into her eyes and run his tongue over her lips. Domination was his thing. She couldn’t remember a time when he was all shy and fumbling through sex.

Years of passion denied, stolen, and robbed of them both had hardened him. In her absence, he had many lovers, casting them out of his life, while refusing his own marital bed, punishing other women for not being her. It broke his heart when she learned that truth. When she first came face to face with the Wolf of Harlem, she did not know him. And the years that followed with him in pursuit of her, the past nearly destroyed them both. It wasn’t all his fault. She had broken his heart many times, too.

He kept going… punishing her…

“Please…” she moaned.

“Please, what?” he groaned.

“Please let me cum,” she pleaded.

“Wait for me, he grunted. Intense sensation collided through her in wave after wave of pleasure from her head to her feet. Her fingers and toes curled tightly as her body shook, racked with the intensity of her orgasm; she could no longer hold back.

Carmelo grunted in frustration and dropped on her. His head was buried in the crook of her neck. His hands slid under her butocks to grab them hard, and put down a pump action that had them both grunting through his earth-shattering release. He shuddered hard on top of her. She relished the feel of his hot, sweaty body covering hers. The way he panted in hard, deep breaths, how strong and possessive his love felt. She’d never felt this loved with anyone but him. Why, decades later, he still couldn’t believe that she would never understand.

“So good, you feel so good,” he groaned. “I love you so much.”

“Perdonami, cuore mio... non volevo farti male.”he whispered.

“What?” she asked.

“Forgive me, my heart... I didn’t mean to hurt you,”he translated.

“You don’t hurt me, Carmelo. You hurt yourself by not believing in me.”

“I do. I believe in you,” he lifted his head and looked down into her eyes.

She smiled.

He smiled.

“Good morning,” Kathy said.

His gaze softened. He stared down at her, dazed.

“Every morning for eleven days, it’s been a good morning,” he said and kissed her nose.

“Can you get up, Melo? You’re heavy. I’ve got to pee,” she pleaded.

“Pee in bed, I don’t want you to go,” he groaned and tried to kiss her again.

“Get up!” She shoved him hard.

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