Page 100 of 7+Us Makes Nine

I understood more than ever the dangers of the forbidden fruit.

“Want to go back to my place?” Gio asked, his breath warm and delicious in my ear.

“Yes,” I said, shocking myself.

As soon as we got inside his place, he pushed me against the wall and slammed his lips against mine, stirring my insides. I was thoroughly wet for him, rubbing shamelessly against his erection as our hands roamed over each other’s body. Our clothes were gone from our bodies in a matter of seconds, and I let my eyes drink in every curve of his naked body.

He was ripped! I moved my hands over his muscular chest and firm abs, halting above his massive manhood when a slight stab of hesitation reminded me that I was a good girl and good girls didn’t do these kinds of things with strangers...

“Don’t think about anything,” he said with a raspy voice. He followed every move of my hands, panting like me. “Touch me.” His plea was barely audible, but it broke all my restraints and doubts. I wanted him. After the explosive sex we’d had in the club, my mound was begging me to let him get inside of me once more—to forget about everything and just feel.

His dick was hot in my hand, furiously pulsating when I wrapped my fingers around him. It was probably around nine inches, fitting my small pussy perfectly, and my pussy clenched with desire when I remembered how good it felt when he entered me for the first time.

His pre-come oozed out of his tip, and I got down to my knees and licked it.

“Arianna,” he growled, threading his fingers through my hair, and pushed me against his dick.

I opened my mouth and took him deep inside, earning an impressed look from him. His salty juices coated my throat, pouring out of him when I sucked him faster. Our eyes locked, and pressure increased in my chest.

“Fuck. You suck so right, babe. That’s it. Take it all inside.” He guided my head, urging me to move faster.

There was something utterly arousing about being able to please this man. He was marvelous, the most handsome man I’d ever seen, and tonight he was all mine. His moans and grunts set my pussy on fire, and just when I felt him tense, he pulled me up and pushed me to the couch in his living

room.

“Lie down and spread your legs.”

I sank into the soft padding and pulled my legs apart, breathless and soaking wet.

“Put one leg against the back of the couch.” My pussy throbbed at his words. My heart was pumping hard, my whole body trembling as he knelt on the floor and put his hands on my thighs to make sure I didn’t move them.

“I finally get to taste your sweet pussy,” his voice was barely recognizable under the thick layer of lust, showing me just how much he wanted me, and it felt so good. It made me feel desirable—powerful—increasing my own need for him.

His mouth latched onto my pussy like he was starving for me, and I bucked on the couch, pure ecstasy spreading through my body fast. I grabbed his head and pressed against him, feeling the pleasure building in me fast. His tongue lapped my clit and outer lips, and it quickly led me to my release, stronger than the one I had earlier this night.

“I’ll come. Please, don’t stop. Right there. Keep doing that.”

Except that he didn’t continue licking me—he did something even better. He sucked my clit into my mouth and pulled so hard that I reached my orgasm in an instant, screaming his name when the intensity of the pleasure blinded me.

“Your taste makes my cock rock-hard, babe. I need to get your pussy around my cock fast.”

He reached for his pants and took another condom out of his pocket, and for a moment I wondered how many condoms he kept in his trousers. Were one night stands usual for him?

Before I could ponder more about this, he brought me to the edge of the couch and put my legs over his shoulders, pushing inside of me too deep and too fast.

“Ah!” I clutched his arms that had grabbed my waist, screaming when the stab of pain mixed with pleasure spread through my core. He was so big!

He smirked. “You like my cock?”

I felt a blush covering my cheeks, but I remembered he’d told me not to hide my face from him. Then again, it was impossible to look away from his amber eyes, which grew so dark now that they were almost brown.

“Y-yes.”

I bit my lip when he thrust once more inside of me, hitting my womb, which brought me a pleasure bordering on pain. I screamed, clawing at the couch as he fucked me mercilessly. My juices flowed out of my sensitive mound, soaking his shaft and balls, and I was stunned at the amount of my desire pouring out of me without ending. He pumped me hard, his cock rubbing against my g-spot each time he entered, and the pleasure in me threatened to burst any moment.

“Please, Giovanni... Don’t stop!”

“Oh, I won’t stop, alright. You’ll come, and I’ll fuck you through your orgasm until you come again and again and again...”

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