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"What do you want?" I ask, positioning myself at her entrance but not pushing in.
"You," she whispers, her voice trembling with need. "I want you."
Not good enough. I grip her hips hard enough to leave marks. "What. Do. You. Want?" Each word is punctuated with a squeeze of my fingers.
Her eyes flash with understanding and her voice purrs a sultry command. "Fuck me, Alessio."
"Good girl," I praise, and before she can respond I thrust into her with one powerful stroke.
She falls back onto her elbows, a cry tearing from her throat. I push her shoulders until she's lying flat on the desk, her hair spilling across the polished surface. Gripping her hips, I drag her to the edge so her ass is perfectly positioned while I fuck her.
I bring my fingers to my mouth, wetting them thoroughly before trailing one down to circle her back entrance. When I push a finger inside, her eyes roll back, her body arching off the desk as she takes me deeper.
"More," she gasps, her body clenching around me in a way that makes my vision blur.
I grip her hips and pull out completely. "Turn around," I command, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.
She obeys instantly, flipping over on the desk and presenting her perfect ass to me.
I bring my hand down hard on her right cheek, the smack echoing through my bedroom. Her answering moan is desperate, needy. The pink handprint blooming on her skin looks like it belongs there—my mark on what's mine.
"You like that?" I growl, bringing my hand down on her other cheek.
"Yes," she gasps, pushing back against me.
I spit on her ass hole, watching as the moisture glistens there. Then I line myself up with her pussy again and thrust back in, feeling her walls clench around me like a vise. While I pump into her, I press my thumb against her ass, working it in slowly.
"I'm going to prepare this tight little hole," I tell her, my voice lurid with promise. "And when you're ready, I'm going to fuck you here until you can't walk."
Her body trembles beneath me. "Yes," she whimpers, pushing back against my thumb. "Please, yes."
The dual sensation of my cock in her pussy and my thumb in her ass proves too much. She comes without warning, her back arching dramatically as she screams my name. Her pussy clenches around me in rhythmic waves, her juices coating my cock as she loses herself completely.
The sight of her coming undone breaks my last thread of control. I grip her hips hard enough to bruise and fuck into her erratically, chasing my own release. My thrusts become wild, desperate, the desk scraping against the floor with the force of my movements.
I empty myself inside her, my body shuddering with the intensity of it.
I pull out of her slowly, watching as her body trembles in the aftermath. My fingerprints mark her hips, her ass, the tender curve of her thighs—every place I've claimed. My cock is still hard, aching for more despite my release. This hunger for her feels bottomless, a void I can't fill no matter how many times I take her.
"Bathroom," I command, my voice rough as gravel. "Now."
She turns her head, hair sticking to her flushed face. "What?"
I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. "We're keeping that pretty pussy stretched all day long. I want you ready for me whenever I decide to take you again. But right now we need to get ready for dinner."
Her eyes pop, pupils dilating further at my words. She pushes herself up from the desk on shaky arms, her legs trembling as she stands. Every movement is deliciously unsteady, her body still reverberating from the force of her orgasm.
As she walks toward the bathroom, her ass sways with each step. The sight of my handprints on her flesh makes my cock twitch with renewed interest. Unable to resist, I bring my palm down hard against her right cheek.
The sharp crack echoes through the room. She gasps, stumbling forward before catching herself on the doorframe.
"Don't tease me with that ass unless you want another round right now," I warn her, my voice deadly serious.
She looks back over her shoulder and fuck—there's a challenge in her eyes. Deliberately, she arches her back and bounces her ass, just once.
"Maybe I do," she says, honey-sweet with an edge of defiance.
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