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Twist and tug at her dark, beaded nipples.

Then jerk and pull at my own cock, so damn hard and stiff I could come right now. I could blow just from the delicious pussy I’m tasting.

Sweet just like the nickname I’ve given her.

Dolcezza.

It’s so fitting, each drop of pussy juice is like a sweet nectar only for me. No other man will ever have her like this.

No other man will ever fucking know her taste.

I eat Portia like a starving man, and she rides my face like a woman gone mad. Together we’re a pair of desperate lovers racing to the finish line.

A climax we reach seconds apart.

Portia orgasms with a deep body-racking shiver, sinking down on my mouth and squeezing my head tighter between her thighs. She half collapses forward as the tremor works their way through her body, clinging to the headboard for support.

Her pussy drips its sweet nectar for me to lick up. For my tongue to swipe up as if I’m famished and not a fucking drop can go to waste.

Several aggressive tugs of my cock later, I’m following her over the edge. My orgasm surges through me and then explodes all at once. I grunt and bite into the delicate flesh of her inner thigh, the pleasure rushing me like a hot wave.

Portia crawls off me wearing a dazed yet satisfied look.

I cup her chin and kiss her on the lips, aware she’ll taste herself.

I can smell her natural scent in the hairs of my beard. The sexiest fucking scent known to man, and one I would prefer to keep at all times if I didn’t think it would make me even crazier for her.

She lays back against the pillows and sighs as if that one orgasm has solved her every problem. I reach over for a tissue off the nightstand and wipe up my cum, a grin working its way onto my face. It’s impossible to keep off given how elated she seems.

I drop another kiss on her lips, then trail down her body. The night’s still young, and I’m nowhere near through with her yet.

Tomorrow I’ll be deep in cutthroat business maneuvers and brutal violence. Both one and the same in the criminal underground.

For now I’m hell bent on enjoying myself.

I kiss my way past her flat stomach and then to the neat patch of curls on her mound. She giggles as if ticklish and then slides her fingers affectionately through my messy dark hair.

“That was the first time,” she confesses. “I’ve never ridden a man’s face before.”

“I probably enjoyed it more than you,dolcezza,” I say, kissing her hipbone next. “La tua figa è il mio sapore preferito.”

“That look in your eye scares me… and makes me excited.”

It’s true that I’m still staring at her like a hungry man. But that’s because I haven’t had the main course yet.

Only a few minutes later, and it’s time.

I’m ready to go again.

I’m dragging her toward me as she lay on her belly and then pushes her hips back, lifting on her knees. I spread her wide and take her deep.

It becomes a blur of my hips slamming into her and her beautiful body, gleaming with perspiration, bowing in reaction.

Her pussy’s gushing so much, so turned on, that there’s no need to be careful. No discomfort to be found. Instead, she fists the duvet and bucks her ass back toward me, asking for more.

Begging for it with the whimpers she lets out.

I come the second time, feeling like her pussy is sucking the soul out of my body. Her grip is maddening. It’s fucking dangerous how it leaves me reeling.