Page 166 of Stalking Ginevra

I moan louder, my body trembling as he continues, his fingers sliding into my pussy, teasing a spot that makes me see stars. Those clever digits work in tandem with his tongue, pushing me closer and closer to that delicious precipice.

Benito keeps me suspended in pleasure. I lose track of the past, present, and future, babbling strings of nonsense until he finally allows me to come. Heat coils deep in my core, radiating down my limbs. My heartbeat thunders in my ears, and the world falls away, leaving only the dizzying sensation of pure, uncontrollable bliss.

Shuddering with release, I cry out his name, my fingers curling into his hair as I lose myself to the overwhelming sensations.

Before I can even catch my breath, he flips me onto my stomach, positioning my body so I’m clinging onto the arm of the chaise. Eyes widening, I catch our reflection in the mirror.

Behind me, Benito stands naked, lips parted and red. His defined muscles ripple as he holds my hip steady with one hand, and grips his cock with the other.

My jaw drops. Long and menacing and thick, it’s no wonder he always leaves me aching.

He strokes his shaft, those dark eyes never leaving mine. Then a predatory smile twitches on his lips, triggering a shiver of anticipation.

No woman in her right mind would ever want to leave a man so captivating.

Arousal drips down my inner thighs as he positions his cock at my entrance once more before thrusting so deeply that every molecule of air escapes my lungs.

“Fuck!” I barely have room to inhale before he pulls back and slams forward again.

He grabs a handful of my hair like it’s a leash and pounds my pussy like he’s racing toward a finish line. His thrusts are hard, punishing, each one driving me closer to the glass.

“Look at yourself,” he growls, his voice rough, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Watch how you take this cock.”

My gaze snaps back to the mirror. My face is flushed, twisting with pleasure, breath escaping through parted lips as I meet his thrusts. There’s nothing gentle about it—it’s raw, primal. His cock drives into me again and again, his eyes locked on mine through the reflection.

“You like watching me fuck you?” he growls, his eyes blazing. “You like seeing me making you come?”

I can barely speak, my body trembling under the weight of the sensations, but I manage to gasp, “I love it.”

His muscles tighten with every movement, the force pushing me harder against the chaise. I can’t look away from the mirror, from the sight of his muscular body dominating mine, his cock buried deep inside my pussy. Shit. I’ve been with three men, yet only one of them has ever allowed me to see him so completely.

“Good,” he grits out, punctuating his words with another snap of his hips. “Because I won’t stop fucking this sweet little cunt until all you can think about is me.”

I moan, my fingers clawing at the fabric, my back arching as I try to take him deeper. The slap of our bodies echoes across the fitting room, and I swear I hear a distant giggle.

My body stiffens, but a thick finger slips between my folds and teases my clit with tight circles. All thoughts of Maria and the girls listening on the other side of the door vanish under a lusty moan, and I keep my eyes locked on Benito, watching him claim me all over again.

“I’m yours,” I gasp out, meaning every word. “Only yours, Benito.”

His gaze stays locked on mine in the reflection, watching me fall apart beneath him. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours. Only yours,” I repeat, my voice breaking as he drives deeper.

He pushes harder, his pace rougher, more desperate. I moan into the velvet arm rest, feeling every vein, every ridge, every contour of his beautiful cock. His rhythm never falters, each thrust delivering shockwaves of ecstasy. I can barely hold myself up, my body shaking with the intensity, but I don’t want him to stop.

He’s everywhere—in my pussy, over my back, in my spirit. I’m lost in Benito Montesano, and it’s exactly where I need to be.

As his body tenses, his thrusts grow more erratic. “You’ll never leave me,” he growls, his fingers moving faster over my clit. “Say it.”

“I’ll never leave you,” I cry from the depths of my soul.

Just as he rewards me with a second orgasm, his body shudders with release. He stays deep inside me, releasing spurts and spurts of hot cum. His forehead rests against my back, his breath hot on my skin as he shivers through his climax.

My pussy clamps and spasms around his twitching shaft, milking his release. His fingers slow their circles before he finally drops his hand.

“I want us to work, too,” he finally says with a sigh.

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