Page 54 of The Bonventi Hitman

I pull her hair back, and she looks up at the ceiling, moaning. I slam into her, forcing my cock deep into her. Her moaning only intensifies my desires. After a few thrusts, I release her hair and use my hands to grab her hips.

I thrust deeper and deeper. My grunts come out without my even realizing it. I'm so transfixed on fucking her, I lose myself in her.

I smack her ass hard, leaving an imprint of my hand. She moans at the pain and arches her back more, sliding down the wall.

She's just as ravenous as I am. Each of us cannot get enough of the other.

Her moans grow louder and closer together. I feel her lips clamping tightly around my cock as I slide in and out. I know she's on the verge.

I move faster, and her hands curl into fists as she braces for her release.

Suddenly, I feel her body stiffen up and then shake. Her moans turn into long gasps as she tries to catch her breath.

I slow my thrusting down and allow her to ride her orgasm for as long as her body allows.

With Sofia still trembling, I pull out of her and spin her around.

I lift her up, and her legs wrap tightly around my waist as I guide my hard cock back inside her.

Her lips part for me as I claim her mouth in a fierce kiss that conveys everything we're feeling.

The hot water cascades down on us as I press her against the shower wall, the steam rising all around us.

With each thrust, I deepen my kiss, devouring her gasps and moans. I can't get enough of her.

She's mine, and I want her to feel it in every fiber of her being.

My fingers dig into her hips as I lose myself. Her nails scratch down my back, fueling the fire that burns within me.

The feeling is so raw I can't put it into words.

The desire for my release grows stronger, and I know I'm on the verge of coming. I break our kiss, gasping for air, as I pound into her with everything I have. Her seductive moans and whimpers consume me.

I feel her breath quickening again and her walls tightening around my shaft.

She grips me tightly and screams as a wave of pleasure washes over her again, her body tense and shaking.

The sensation pushes me over the edge, and shockwaves run through my body as I come deep inside her.

I hold her tightly against me, trying to catch my breath as the aftershocks of our shared orgasm subside. I can feel her heart pounding, and I know she can feel mine.

All of it without speaking a word. It's perfect.

Once our breathing returns to normal, Sofia's legs unwrap from my waist, and I set her down. She looks up at me and smiles, and I smile back.

We wash one another and when we’re done, she turns the water off. We step out and she puts on a robe, and I wrap a towel around my waist.

I scoop her up into my arms and walk into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. I admire the glow of satisfaction that radiates from her.

As I crawl beside her, she curls up against me, her head resting on my chest. The silence between us is comfortable, no need for words to fill the space.

It's something I've never experienced before. Communication with our bodies, no words needed.

After about ten minutes of silence, with her running her fingers up and down my chest, she she breaks the silence.

"When are you going to leave?" she asks, her hesitation unmistakable.

"Tomorrow sometime."