Page 50 of Undercover Desires

Then he buries his face at my core and sucks. I shiver.

“Alessandro” I call out as he holds me apart and feasts on me.

He looks up his mouth and upper lip wet from me. “Do you need another lesson on mannersprincipessa?”

I shake my head vehemently knowing I cannot survive another one of his edging sessions.

“Good girl. Now, the only thing I want to hear from that pretty little mouth is gratitude for all the work I am putting in. Got it?”

I nod. “Yes, sir?”

And then he gets back to licking me clean. He makes a messy meal out of me, biting and sucking until I am crying out for relief, and when that is done, he turns me over and lies on top of me.

I can feel his hard cock pressing up the crack of my ass. He swipes my hair back and kisses my brow. “Such a messy little cunt,” he sighs.

“Sir…” I say trying to catch my breath.

“Yes,bella.”

“Fuck me.”

“Say please.” he growls in my ear.

“Please.”

He chuckles as he gets off me and I can barely lift my head. I hear the telltale sound of a condom wrapper being torn and then just as quickly, he is on top of me once again.

“My sweet Rachel,” he says in my ear as he uses the tip of his cock to glide between my ass cheeks before entering me.

His voice is rugged, guttural, like I am undoing him as much as he is unraveling me.

Then he surprises me by placing one of his hands on top of mine and holding it in place as he uses his other hand to guide himself in.

“Fuuuuck!” We both say together as he slides inch by small inch into me.

It is slow languid and absolutely torturous.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans as he moves his hips and pushes in a slowly. I am in anguish and I can feel my entire brain growing devoid of thought. I want to say something, anything. I want to call out his name but all I can do is lie there and feel.

He lifts a little and then slides in deeper.

I close my eyes.

“Rachel,” he moans again as he strokes deep inside me. I am catatonic now, all I can do is move my hand that he is holding and squeezing it.

He kisses my shoulder as he continues to stroke in and out.

His hand squeezes me back. This whole thing feels so tender, I can feel my heart squeeze in my chest.

His other hand was holding him up so he did not crash me beneath his weight. Instead, he sinks it into my hair and holds my head down.

I am a crying, drooling mess, disconnected from my body. I am feeling everything but unable to say anything at all.

“Mine,”he thrust.

“So fucking mine,” he thrusts again.

I can feel a little puddle forming where my pussy weeps for him.

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