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And I have never seen a man look so close to losing it.
"Mario," I sob and dig my fingers into the solid muscle of his ass. "Fuck me. Please. Don't hold back."
He grips my thighs, holding me in place.
"You have no idea what you're asking for," he says.
"Show me," I beg. "Show me everything."
"As you wish," he says. "Come si deve."
I don't know what it means.
But my body does.
It shudders beneath him in uncontrollable anticipation.
He starts to move again, and this time, there is no holding back.
He fucks me.
Hard. Fast. Deep.
The headboard slaps against the wall loudly like the soundtrack to our wild, desperate fucking.
His grip on my thighs tightens, his fingers digging into my skin, as he plunders my needy pussy.
"Come with me, Victoria," he growls. "Come all over my cock."
All thought is gone. All reason is lost.
There is only this.
Only him and the way his cock is sliding in and out of me.
Only the exquisite, overwhelming pleasure that is building inside me, a tidal wave of sensation that is about to break.
"Come with me, Victoria," he growls. "Now."
His command is all it takes.
The dam breaks.
My world explodes into a million blinding, beautiful pieces.
I scream his name, my body arching off the bed as the most powerful orgasm of my life rips through me.
It is a never-ending wave of pleasure, cresting and crashing and cresting again, stealing my breath, my sanity, my very soul.
I am flying, falling, soaring, all at once.
I am nowhere and everywhere.
I am lost.
I am found.
I am reborn in the fires of our shared desire.
