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He continued to slow his rhythm, speeding up again at just the right moment. He didn’t know me at all yet knew exactly what my body needed. I was tossed back and forth to the brink of nirvana and yanked away again. But the pressure continued to build.

Alejandro seemed to sense I couldn’t stop the eruption of vibrations. He feasted greedily, lapping my juice until there was no control left in my body.

“Oh, my God. Oh… My… God.”

He was reenergized by my exclamation, using both hands, crunching his fingers into my ass cheeks as he buried his face into my wetness.

It wasn’t fair for a man to be so dangerously annoying and so defiantly seductive at the same time.

Panting, he refused to stop licking and sucking until I’d finished shaking.

“Open your eyes for me, my sweet bride. Keep them on me.”

He stood and backed away and I did my best to keep my eyes open. He never blinked, not even once as he unfastened his belt, deftly unzipping his trousers. The fact he wasn’t bothering to remove his jacket or roll up his sleeves brought another sinful series of thoughts into my mind.

I was forced to hold onto the edge of the vanity with both hands, my legs still wobbling as my pussy throbbed continuously. There was something deliciously filthy about watching him lower his trousers and boxer shorts in a room in the middle of the church. What we were doing was a sin, blasphemous.

I simply smiled from the thought and when he finally released his cock, I sucked in my breath.

“Do you like what you see?” How could his voice be any huskier than it was before? The deep, rich tone had captured me as if in a soft blanket.

“Yes.” Why bother lying? He had the most beautiful cock of any man I’d ever seen.

“Do you want my dick inside of you?”

I licked my bottom lip in appreciation. “Yes.”

“Then you need to tell me what you want, Carmella. Don’t take too long. I’m not a patient man.”

Up until that moment, I hadn’t noticed my thong remained in his hand. The man decided to further tease me by bringing the handful of material to his mouth and nose. When he inhaled deeply, I moaned.

His eyes had never closed. Not once.

He was huge, so much so I was worried he’d split me open. The thought made my legs shake to the point I was fearful I’d fall to the cool tile.

“Fuck me, Alejandro. Stick your big, fat cock deep inside.”

He shoved the ripped lace into his jacket pocket before taking a single long stride forward. There was nothing gentle about his actions. He lifted me off the floor, spreading my legs wide open. As soon as he pushed his cockhead against my pussy lips, I struggled to reach under my dress, finally managing to position the tip against the perfect spot.

“I’m not going to be gentle.”

“I don’t want you to be. Just fuck me.”

Instead of being the brute I’d anticipated him to be, he moved slowly, sliding a couple of inches inside. Dress and all, I wrapped my legs around him, pushing back on the table in an act of encouragement.

“Don’t hold back. I won’t break.” I was barely whispering at this point, my voice so hoarse I had no idea how I’d manage to speak my vows.

My emotions were all over the place as a rush of wet heat wrapped around me. He thrust the remainder of his cock inside and my pussy muscles screamed from being forced to take something so huge. Every inch of my body was consumed by pleasure from the sensations of his cock throbbing deep inside.

When he pulled out and slammed into me again, I was certain every nerve ending was now on fire. I’d never felt something so extreme, the ignition switch blown off. He was rougher with his actions, enjoying the way I was bucking against him. Every savage plunge awakened another part of me, every new thrust starting a new and more intense fire.

Every sound we made was primal and when he lifted his head, the way we locked eyes was almost a telling statement. But I wasn’t certain of the meaning. At least not just yet. What I did know was the gaze was another limitless moment of passion shared between us.

He jerked my butt to the very edge of the table, pushing me back so my head was close to hitting the mirror. As he leaned over, planting his hands on either side of me, a slow smirk crawled across his face.

We were similar creatures, our carnal needs suiting each other. As he continued grinding into me, a constant throbbing formed in my core. My pussy ached from his size, my nipples hard and swollen. Why did I have a sense he knew exactly what he’d done to me, unraveling me in a way that I wouldn’t recover from?

As soon as an orgasm began to sweep up from the very tip of my toes, I eased my head back until it was resting on the glass, muttering his name over and over again. His body tensed, his actions becoming more savage. The man was close to coming, but he refused until I relented.

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