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She keeps her eyes on mine, her gaze smoldering as she leans in closer. Then, without breaking eye contact, she spits—letting the wetness land right on the head of my dick, the slick trail dripping down the shaft. My breath shudders at the sight, my entire body tightening in anticipation.

Her lips part slightly, and I watch, nearly dizzy, as she lowers her mouth onto me.

The warmth engulfs me instantly, her tongue swirling along the underside as she takes me in, slow and controlled.

My jaw clenches, my breath comes ragged, and I have to brace one hand against the headboard just to steady myself.

“Damn,” I breathe, voice strained, barely able to find the words.

My chest rises and falls in heavy, uneven bursts as she works me, her tongue swirling, her cheeks hollowing as she takes me deeper.

She moans softly around me—the vibration shooting through me like a jolt of electricity—and I groan in response, my muscles tensing beneath her touch.

Her eyes never leave mine. There’s something primal, something raw in the way she stares up at me—owning me completely as she pleasures me. Every flick of her tongue, every wet glide of her lips is devastating.

My breathing grows rougher, harder, like I’m trying to gulp in air that won’t quite fill my lungs. My fingers twitch at my sides, desperate to grab her hair, but I force myself to let her lead—to surrender to the exquisite torture she’s inflicting on me.

I can feel the tight coil building low in my gut, my legs starting to tremble as she continues, merciless and perfect. The sight of her—lips stretched around me, spit slicking my shaft, eyes locked on mine like I’m the only thing that exists in her world—pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

My breathing is ragged now, my thighs tense, my muscles coiled tight like a spring about to snap.

“God… Fioretta…” I groan, my voice raw and low, struggling to keep control, but it’s impossible—she’s pulling every last thread of restraint from me with each swirl of her tongue. My eyes roll back for a second as the pleasure surges higher, hotter, deeper.

And then it happens.

With one final, desperate thrust of my hips into her mouth, I explode.

“F-fuck—” I gasp, the word strangled as my release pours out of me, pulsing in thick waves.

She doesn't flinch. She takes every drop, her throat working around me as she swallows me down eagerly, hungrily, like she’s been starving for me.

I glance down, watching her lips sealed tightly around my cock, her eyes locked onto mine with that perfect mix of devotion and filth.

Even as I shudder, riding the last waves of my release, she stays with me, her lips gently suckling me, drawing out every last ounce until I’m spent and trembling. My chest heaves as I exhale a shaky breath, completely undone.

“Jesus Christ…” I whisper, brushing the damp hair away from her flushed face.

I reach for her and lift her effortlessly onto the bed, flipping her onto her back. The ivory sheets wrinkle beneath her as she gasps softly, her cheeks flushed and lips glistening.

She’s still wearing that little nightdress—thin, silky, barely covering her thighs—and I slide my hands beneath the hem, bunching the soft fabric up around her waist. She’s bare underneath. No panties. My breath catches at the sight of her glistening folds, already slick and ready for me.

“Look at you,” I murmur, voice rough with renewed hunger. “So fucking wet already.”

I coat my fingers in her slickness, feeling the heat radiating from her. She trembles at my touch, her thighs instinctively spreading wider for me. I watch her face as I glide my first finger inside, sinking into her warm, tight heat.

Her breath catches, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before they snap back open, locking on mine again. The moan that escapes her lips is soft at first—like a whispered secret—but quickly builds as I move, curling my finger inside her, pressing into that perfect spot.

I lean down, capturing her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply. Her lips are warm and eager, tasting of me, of her own arousal, of pure want. My tongue slips inside her mouth, mimicking the slow rhythm of my finger, matching the way I’m working her from below.

Her moans vibrate into my mouth, desperate, needy. Every sound she makes pushes my own arousal higher again.

I slide a second finger inside, stretching her slightly, and she gasps into the kiss, her back arching instinctively as her body clings to my touch. My fingers glide in and out, curling and pressing, feeling the slick heat of her walls squeeze around me with each movement.

“Mmm… oh……” she whimpers into my mouth, her voice trembling. Her thighs start to tremble as well, her hips moving in rhythm with my strokes, grinding up to meet my hand.

I break the kiss, just enough to whisper against her lips, my breath hot.

Her moans grow louder as I keep working her, feeling her getting tighter, wetter, her release building under my touch. My thumb finds her clit, circling it softly, and her entire body jerks beneath me, another sharp cry escaping her lips.

She starts to move now—her hips lifting, grinding down against my hand. Her body has taken over, chasing the release she’s so close to. The muscles in her thighs flex as she rides my fingers, her breathing ragged, her head thrown back against the ivory sheets.

I watch her, completely hypnotized. The way her body moves, the way her slick heat grips me tighter with every stroke—it’s fucking beautiful.

Her fingers fist the sheets on either side of her, knuckles turning white, her moans growing louder, raw, almost desperate. Her back arches off the bed, breasts heaving under the thin fabric of her nightdress, her nipples hard and peeking through the silk.

“Oh—God—yes…yes…yes…” she cries out, her voice breaking as her body begins to tremble.

And then I feel it.

Her walls clamp down on my fingers, tight, pulsing, spasming around me as her orgasm crashes through her. She gasps, her whole body quaking beneath me, thighs shaking as she rides out the waves.

I don’t stop.

I keep curling my fingers inside her, stroking that spot again and again, my thumb circling her clit, drawing out her climax, making it last longer, making it hit harder.

She writhes under my touch, her thighs quivering uncontrollably, her breath catching in desperate little gasps as another smaller wave ripples through her.

When she finally collapses back against the bed, spent and panting, I ease my fingers out of her. Her body twitches from the aftershocks, her chest rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath.

I pull back for a moment, my own breathing labored now. My cock is rock hard again—thick, heavy, pulsing with need—standing proud between my legs.

She sees it.

Her eyes drop down to my shaft, watching it pulse, watching the precum bead at the tip, and a satisfied smile spreads across her flushed face. Her breathing steadies as her gaze drags back up to meet mine, full of mischief and hunger.

Still trembling slightly, she spreads her legs wider, inviting me in. The silk of her nightdress is still bunched around her waist, her glistening folds fully exposed to me, still slick and wet from her release.

I wrap my hand around my cock, stroking it as I crawl between her legs. I run the head up and down her soaked slit, letting it glide through her slickness, teasing her entrance. The heat radiating from her is like a furnace—wet, warm, irresistible.

Her hands reach for my shoulders, fingertips digging into my skin as I position myself. I press forward, just barely, letting the thick head of my cock push inside her.

The sensation hits me instantly—her warmth, her tightness, the way her body stretches to accommodate me inch by inch.

I groan low in my throat, my breath catching.

“Fuck me…” I rasp, feeling her heat surround me, swallow me.

Her eyes flutter but stay locked on mine, her mouth falling open as she gasps at the slow stretch.

I push in a little more. Another inch. The tight squeeze of her walls around me makes my pulse pound wildly, my breathing heavy and rough. Every nerve in my body lights up at the feel of her wet heat gripping me.

Her hands slide down to my lower back, urging me closer, deeper.

“You feel so good,” she whispers, breathless, her voice trembling with pleasure.

I push deeper, savoring every second, every inch disappearing inside her, until finally my hips press flush against hers and I’m buried to the hilt.

We both freeze for a moment, lost in the sheer intensity of the sensation. I can feel her heartbeat against my chest, feel her body clench around me, feel the heat pooling between us like liquid fire.

I lower my mouth to hers, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss, my hips still, savoring the moment. The tension between us crackles like electricity.

“You feel fucking great,” I whisper into her mouth.

She moans softly in reply, her legs wrapping around my waist, holding me inside her as tightly as she can.

I pull back slowly, savoring the tight, wet slide of her walls gripping me as I withdraw almost entirely, leaving just the thick head of my cock pulsing inside her entrance.

Her breath catches, her eyes fluttering open again to meet mine.

There’s this dazed, hungry look in her gaze that makes my control slip just a little more.

And then I drive back in.

A deep thrust that sinks me into her all the way, until my hips press tight against hers and I can feel the soft slap of our bodies meeting.

“Ah—” she cries out, her back arching off the sheets, her nails raking gently down my back as the force of it sends a jolt of pleasure through both of us.

I groan, breathing heavy, savoring how completely she wraps around me—warm, slick, pulsing, like her body is made to take every inch of me.