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“Yes. God. Yes, sir,” I breathe.

He kisses me as he thrusts all the way inside, tearing through the last barrier between us. I tense up at the slight pinch deep in my core, holding my breath until it passes.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “It won’t hurt after this. I’ll make you feel so good, angel. So fucking good.”

“I’m okay,” I promise him. “I want you so bad. Please don’t stop.”

“I’ll take care of you, Allegra. My good girl. Always.”

I nod and clench around his hard length, making him groan. I’m so full, stretched to the point of pain, but in the best way possible. It heightens my pleasure, sparks my nerves, and makes me thrust my hips, taking him deeper.

“Then do it, already,” I practically growl at him.

Armando chuckles, and I feel the vibrations with every inch of me, inside and out.

He leans down and kisses the side of my neck, biting down gently on my pulse point. I writhe beneath him, pleasure taking over the pain. Armando pulls out almost all the way, hovering above me and driving me crazy.

Armando gives me a dark, delicious look before thrusting back inside me. His thickness scrapes along my walls, the friction like striking a match as instant, overwhelming heat engulfs me. I bow my back and push against his hand still holding my wrists, grateful for an anchor in the raging storm of sensations.

He pulls my leg higher on his hip, changing the angle. I whimper as his cock slides against some magical place inside me that has me sobbing his name louder with each thrust. He snaps his hips, grinding his pelvis against my clit while hitting that spot over and over.

Armando grunts my name every time his balls slap my ass. I can feel him losing control, his strokes becoming deeper, harder, so damn rough. I love it. I convulse as he thrusts into me relentlessly. The exquisite pleasure bordering on pain builds and builds, higher and higher, one more, one more, again, again… until I break. Shards of pleasure cut and heal me as I cry out for him repeatedly.

My orgasm rips through me, holding my body hostage, forcing me to feel every wave of bliss until tears drip down my face and I’m a sweaty, soaking mess beneath him. Armando stays still, buried deep inside my spasming pussy.

When the last of my pleasure leaves me, Armando growls and slams into me, letting go of my wrists and sliding his hand down my body. He squeezes my breast, leaning down and bringing the nipple to his mouth and lavishing it with attention until I’m shaking beneath him.

“Oh, God, Armando,” I choke out. I claw at his back as he rips me apart in the best way possible. Each gut-twisting stroke winds me up higher and higher until I’m right on the precipice, teetering on the edge.

His hips stutter as he loses his rhythm and starts rutting into me. His fingers dig into my hips as my nails bite into his skin, both of us clinging to this tension-filled pleasure. A shiver runs through me, followed by another and another, until I’m shaking violently.

We both cry out as his hot seed spills into me. Wave after wave of his cum splashes into my pulsing channel and then drips out, and still, there’s more. My pussy snaps around him as I sob my climax.

I gasp for air as I float back down to earth, the oxygen burning my lungs yet somehow sending jolts of pleasure to my core. Armando buries his face in my neck, and I wrap my arms around his torso, keeping him on top of me while we catch our breath.

"You're perfect," he whispers. "You're all mine."

I nod and pull him closer until most of his weight is resting on top of me.

Armando understands my need better than I do. He surrounds me with his strength, blanketing me in his warmth. "I'm right here, Allegra. I've got you."

We stay attached as long as possible, but I start to shiver from the sweat drying on my body. Armando rolls over and drags me with him, tucking me into his side. My eyelids grow heavy, and my body melts into his. I’m vaguely aware of Armando pulling the covers over us, but I’m too tired, too worn out to look.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

I nod, feeling safe, warm, and completely satisfied. As I drift off to sleep, I swear I hear Armando say he loves me. I want to say it back, but sleep takes me before I get a chance.

CHAPTERSEVEN

ARMANDO

Ilie awake, listening to Allegra’s soft snores and counting her breaths. I feel each intake of air as her lungs expand and contract. It’s calming in a way I didn’t know I needed.

The sun set quite a while ago, but my Allegra and I haven’t moved. She passed out when I tucked her into my side, but I don’t mind. The girl deserves to rest after what we did.

God, being with her was incredible. More than incredible. It was life-altering. Soul-shattering. Coming deep inside her was indescribable—the most profound moment of my life.

My dick grows hard thinking about her stretched out beneath me. She trusted me with her body, her virginity, and her pleasure. She begged me, and I’ll never forget our first time together. I can’t wait to be inside her again, but I know my girl has to be sore. Each thrust tore at my sanity until I lost my mind and fucked her so damn hard.

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