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His cock pistoned in and out of my hole and then his fingers pinched down on my clit.
It was the end of me.
I screamed, the sound muffled by the sheets and his hand around my throat.
I writhed.
I moaned.
I begged.
I came apart at the seams. Exquisite agony and ecstasy ricocheted through me like a bullet, bouncing off every wall and breaking me apart into a million little pieces that would never go back together again.
And still, he didn’t stop. He didn’t even let up. Instead, he just fucked me harder.
My body trembled beneath him, but he was relentless. He continued to fuck me, his pace furious, his cock plowing my sore little asshole like it was a field. I couldn’t believe this was happening, that he was actually taking me like this, and the fact that he was only made my orgasms more powerful. It was almost as if I were in a trance, caught between reality and some sort of erotic, dreamlike state.
With a sharp cry, I realized that another orgasm was waiting in the wings. It was too much, and yet I yearned for it, desired it, wanted it more than I had ever wanted anything.
His hand around my throat tightened and his fingers rolled over my clit, forever coaxing my arousal forth. There was nothing I could do to fight it.
So, I just came.
Again.
I screamed, a ragged, guttural sound that filled the room, and he just grunted, his fingers tightening around my throat even more. His thrusts were growing fiercer, more intense, and I knew that he was close.
Or at least, I hoped he was.
As he kept fucking me, I soon realized that he wasn’t. Not even a little bit.
Instead, his cock was a jackhammer, pounding in and out of my asshole. I cried out, the intensity of it far too much for me, and then without warning, another orgasm steamrolled through me.
It was so much more powerful than all the others combined. It was like an earthquake, splitting me apart, shattering my soul into a billion pieces. I shook, the sensation almost too much for me to bear.
I couldn’t handle it.
But then, I didn’t have a choice, so I took every last second of that orgasm and then some. Just then, his thrust started to get more erratic. He was losing control and the fact that I was the reason behind it made my clit pulse all the more.
His thrusts became shorter, quicker, and harder. Then, with a roar, he pulsed inside of me and exploded, his cum filling my virgin asshole. It was the strangest sensation. I had never been filled up this way before.
He pumped in and out a few more times, emptying his balls and marking me as his, and I just moaned.
Then, with a low grunt, he pulled his cock out, leaving my very sore asshole gaping and his cum dripping out of me.
“You’ll wear my cum until morning, my little fuck toy. I want you to remember that every single one of your tight little holes is mine,” he declared, and I blushed so hard, it felt like even my ears were on fire.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
Then he gathered me in his arms and held on to me as if he never wanted to let go.
CHAPTER 21
Massimo
Iwoke up the next morning with Sofia still in my arms, her dark hair spread across the pillow like a fan, her face relaxed and peaceful as she slept beside me. I felt an unexpected wave of pride and something deeper, something more dangerous, that tugged at my chest.
Last night had been… surprising.
It was the end of me.
I screamed, the sound muffled by the sheets and his hand around my throat.
I writhed.
I moaned.
I begged.
I came apart at the seams. Exquisite agony and ecstasy ricocheted through me like a bullet, bouncing off every wall and breaking me apart into a million little pieces that would never go back together again.
And still, he didn’t stop. He didn’t even let up. Instead, he just fucked me harder.
My body trembled beneath him, but he was relentless. He continued to fuck me, his pace furious, his cock plowing my sore little asshole like it was a field. I couldn’t believe this was happening, that he was actually taking me like this, and the fact that he was only made my orgasms more powerful. It was almost as if I were in a trance, caught between reality and some sort of erotic, dreamlike state.
With a sharp cry, I realized that another orgasm was waiting in the wings. It was too much, and yet I yearned for it, desired it, wanted it more than I had ever wanted anything.
His hand around my throat tightened and his fingers rolled over my clit, forever coaxing my arousal forth. There was nothing I could do to fight it.
So, I just came.
Again.
I screamed, a ragged, guttural sound that filled the room, and he just grunted, his fingers tightening around my throat even more. His thrusts were growing fiercer, more intense, and I knew that he was close.
Or at least, I hoped he was.
As he kept fucking me, I soon realized that he wasn’t. Not even a little bit.
Instead, his cock was a jackhammer, pounding in and out of my asshole. I cried out, the intensity of it far too much for me, and then without warning, another orgasm steamrolled through me.
It was so much more powerful than all the others combined. It was like an earthquake, splitting me apart, shattering my soul into a billion pieces. I shook, the sensation almost too much for me to bear.
I couldn’t handle it.
But then, I didn’t have a choice, so I took every last second of that orgasm and then some. Just then, his thrust started to get more erratic. He was losing control and the fact that I was the reason behind it made my clit pulse all the more.
His thrusts became shorter, quicker, and harder. Then, with a roar, he pulsed inside of me and exploded, his cum filling my virgin asshole. It was the strangest sensation. I had never been filled up this way before.
He pumped in and out a few more times, emptying his balls and marking me as his, and I just moaned.
Then, with a low grunt, he pulled his cock out, leaving my very sore asshole gaping and his cum dripping out of me.
“You’ll wear my cum until morning, my little fuck toy. I want you to remember that every single one of your tight little holes is mine,” he declared, and I blushed so hard, it felt like even my ears were on fire.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
Then he gathered me in his arms and held on to me as if he never wanted to let go.
CHAPTER 21
Massimo
Iwoke up the next morning with Sofia still in my arms, her dark hair spread across the pillow like a fan, her face relaxed and peaceful as she slept beside me. I felt an unexpected wave of pride and something deeper, something more dangerous, that tugged at my chest.
Last night had been… surprising.
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