Page 323 of Wrong Pucking Player

“You son of a—”

He kisses me senselessly before biting my bottom lip and tugging it roughly.

“Language, Sofiya.”

The way my whole body feels like it’s on fire because of the way he said ‘Sofiya’ should be a crime punishable by something that can get that cocky smirk off those kissable lips of his.

“Stop midway like that again and I swear, you’ll be in the dog’s house for six long months, Salvatore.”

It’s his turn to be surprised by my choice of names, but instead of making him fear my threat, he’s scooping me up and suspending me in the air.

“Say Salvatore with that sexy voice of yours again, and I’ll fuck you straight into oblivion in five seconds flat,” he offers such a shiny chance at brutal euphoria.

I can’t possibly refuse.

My pride, however, wants to be extra saucy.

“And what if I say no, Salvatore?”

His pupils are so dilated, they almost blend with the chocolatey shade of his eyes.

“Such a naughty kitten,” he growls. “You better cum so hard, every guest at the dining table hears your moaning ruckus.”

“Y-You wouldn—”

I knew he wouldn’t let me finish, but Heaven Almighty, this man is using all his lift training to keep me up and spread wide while he pounds into me with everything he’s got.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I’m losing my sanity as every bit of me prepares for the toe-curling, mind-boggling orgasm that’s going to destroy me until I’m nothing but tingling jelly.

“Fuck, Kenzie,” he hisses and manages to fuck me even faster.

Balls slapping deep.

“I’m cumming,” I cry out and don’t stand a chance of preparing my mind, body, and soul as the pulsing waves hit me without a second delay. “Fuck!”

It’s so much. Too much. So fucking perfect, I can’t even comprehend which language I’m speaking as I ride the waves of euphoria. My pussy milks his length, making him grunt and groan before he stills and releases his load into me.

“Dammit,” he groans.

Thank God he lowers me back onto the counter, or we’d both be mush on the ground with our wobbly limbs.

“?? ??? ?????, ?????.”

You’re my end, Sofiya.

“God,” I breathe. “If you keep using that elegant name, I think I’ll lose my mind.”

“You like it, admit it,” he breathes into my shoulder. “And stop squeezing my cock like that.”

“My pussy has a mind of her own,” I mutter and need to rest my head on his shoulder because… damn.

The world is spinning.

“Kenzie?”

“I’m fine,” I assure him. “That brain pressure shit is good.”

“Intracranial pressure,” he corrects. “You’re a nurse.”

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