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I let out a gasp.
He leans his weight into me and drills down into me, shoving me up the bed.
He's deeper, and the angle is even more perfect.
"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God."
"You like that?"
"Yes."
"Like the way I fill you up?"
"God, yes."
"Fuck, your pussy feels good, Victoria. So tight, so wet. Made for my cock, aren't you, baby?"
"Yes."
"La tua fica è fatta per me. Sei mia.”
"Yes. Keep speaking," I say, like a mantra. "I love it."
"Dillo, Victoria. Voglio sentirti dire che sei mia."
"What?"
"Say it, Victoria. I want to hear you say you're mine," he says roughly.
"I'm yours," I moan.
"Again," he orders, fucking me harder.
"I'm yours. I'm yours. I'm yours," I chant, and another orgasm rips through me.
"God, Victoria," he hisses, driving deeper. "You're fucking perfect. Come, cara. Come on my cock."
"I am," I manage.
"Again," he commands.
"Mario," I whimper.
"Come. Now."
He slaps my ass.
And I do.
"Fuck," he hisses, slamming his hips into mine. "Yes. Fuck, yes."
He grips my hips and thrusts into me hard, and then his cock pulses.
"God, Victoria," he groans, and warmth floods me.
His hand slides between my legs, his fingers brushing my clit.
"Come for me one last time, cara," he orders.
