Page 29 of Valentino

“Katya,” I groan, resting my forehead against hers.

"Need you," she pleads, her voice breathy and laced with an undeniable urgency.

I growl into her lips, biting and nipping at her before licking into her mouth. My hands slide up the shirt she’s wearing, pushing the fabric up as I feel every inch of her soft, porcelain skin. She moans and drags her hands down my chest, her fingers tugging at my belt and then working my button and zipper open. Katya grips my hard as fuck dick, pulling me out and pumping me roughly.

“Fuck,” I groan, loving the fact that she’s this needy, this turned-on, and this desperate for me. The thought makes me grunt possessively as I peel off her leggings, my hands finding the little lacy scrap of fabric covering her pussy. I rip it off her body and swallow her gasp as my fingers slide through her folds.

Goddamn, she’ssoakedfor me, her cream dripping over my fingers and pooling in my hand. I circle her clit, the hard little pearl throbbing and swollen. Her legs shake, and I swear she’s about to come from that one touch.

Without wasting any time, I grip her thighs and lift her up, pressing her against the door as she wraps her legs around my hips and digs her fingers into my shoulders. I look directly into her lust-filled eyes as I slam my cock inside her greedy little cunt.

Katya sucks in a breath and bites her lip to contain her scream. She comes as soon as I hit the end of her. I growl and hold myself deep inside her, feeling her orgasm from the inside out, wave after wave of ecstasy rippling from her core and dripping down my aching dick.

She buries her head in the side of my neck, panting and shaking and whimpering my name. It’s more than I can take. I pull out of her pulsing, tight little pussy and push back inside, fucking her roughly, just like we both need.

“Valentino… oh fuck, Valentino… I-I-I’m…”

Holy shit. Is she…?

The goddess in my arms tangles her fingers in my hair and rips my head up, the sting shooting bliss straight to my cock, making it swell and stretch her out even more. Katya rests her sweaty forehead on mine, her chest heaving with each ragged breath as pained whimpers and grunts leave her mouth with each brutal thrust I give her.

“Come for me, princess,” I growl.

My words unlock her orgasm, and Jesus, she comes so hard, shaking and sobbing out her release as her arms and legs squeeze me tightly. I grip her ass in both hands, holding her to me as I grind against her cunt and clit, keeping her right there, forcing her to feel it, feel me, feel every ounce of pleasure I’m giving her.

My balls are heavy with my pent-up orgasm, my dick throbbing and angry as fuck. But I want more. So much more. And I know exactly how I want it.

I set Katya down, her legs trembling much like the rest of her. She tilts her head up, peering at me through the fog of bliss surrounding her. I kiss her forehead, nose, and lips, allowing her to catch her breath.

And then I spin her around, pushing her forward so she has to brace herself with her hands on the door. I grip her cheeks, spreading her open for me so I can sink into her tight, wet little hole. With a feral roar, I snap my hips against her ass, stuffing her full of my thickness.

“S-s-so d-d-deep,” Katya stutters out with a moan as her pussy contracts around me over and over.

I’m reduced to grunts and growls, tipping my head back and bouncing her off my dick. Every muscle in my body tenses and my balls draw up tight, my orgasm crawling down my spine and stealing the air from my lungs.

Sliding one arm beneath Katya’s hips, I hold her still as I piston in and out of her. She claws at the door, then balls her hand up in a fist and pounds it against the wood as she succumbs to a final, vicious orgasm.

I slide my hand further down her body, rubbing her clit in furious circles as my other hand grabs a fistful of her silky black hair. She soaks my shaft with her cum and shudders in my arms. I bury my face between her neck and shoulder, breathing her in, feeling her shiver and pulse around me as I finally let go.

My orgasm barrels through me, clutching my muscles and making me shake uncontrollably as I come harder than I ever have. I shoot my release deep inside her still-throbbing core, each rope of cum forcing its way out in blissful, torturous waves.

It lasts forever, and yet it will never be enough. I know I’ll want this woman wrapped around me as often as possible, chasing our pleasure and taking each other to heights unknown.

We both groan as I reluctantly pull out of her. I growl when I see our combined releases dripping down the insides of her thighs. I resist the urge to get on my knees and lick it up.

Katya leans against the door, pressing her forehead against the wood as she tries to control her breathing.

I smirk, knowing I gave her so many orgasms she can barely function. “Come here, baby,” I say softly, holding out my hand.

Katya turns toward me, taking my hand and letting me gather her up in my arms.

“Love you so much,” I whisper as I lift her and carry her to the couch.

“Love you, too,” she mumbles, curling up on my chest once I sit down.

“I still can’t believe you showed up at the Di Salvo compound to defend me,” I tell her after a few moments of silence.

“I thought we already went over this, but I can give you a reminder if you need it.” Katya lifts her head slightly, those golden eyes capturing mine as she smiles sweetly.

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