Page 90 of Veil of Smoke

“Sensitive,” he says, pinching one nipple, then the other. I gasp, jolts of heat sparking through me, and he keeps teasing, rolling them between his fingers.

“Dario,” I pant, voice shaky, reaching for him. He catches my wrists, pins them down, and I squirm, needy and blind.

“Not yet,” he says, voice low and rough. His hand drifts lower, undoing my jeans, tugging them off with my underwear in one swift pull.

I’m bare, legs trembling as the wind brushes my skin. He spreads my thighs, fingers grazing my pussy, finding me wet and ready.

“Fuck,” he says, teasing my clit with featherlight touches. “You’re soaked.”

“Yeah,” I moan, hips lifting toward him. He circles my clit, fast then soft, driving me wild, and I feel the edge rushing close.

“Come for me,” he says, pressing harder, rubbing tight. I do—hard, crying out, my body shaking as pleasure floods me, hot and wet.

“Fuck,” I gasp, still trembling, blind in the dark. He doesn’t stop, fingers playing with my nipples again, tugging sharp and quick.

“Dario,” I whimper, oversensitive, heat building fast. He moves lower, teasing my clit once more, circling slow, then fast, relentless.

“Again,” he says, voice thick, pinching my nipple as he rubs me. I cum a second time, loud and messy, my thighs slick with it.

“Good,” he says, pulling back, leaving me panting. “On your knees now.”

I shift, blind and shaky, feeling the mattress dip as he guides me up. His hands take mine, leading them to his cock, hard and thick.

“Suck me,” he says, voice rough, pressing himself against my lips. I open wide, taking him in, tasting salt and him, my tongue swirling.

“Fuck,” he groans, hand in my hair, guiding me deeper. “Good girl.”

I moan around him, sucking hard, my throat tightening as he fills me. He thrusts shallow, then deeper, and I gag, choking soft, spit dripping down my chin.

“Yeah,” he says, voice breaking, “just like that, good girl.” I keep going, bobbing fast, gagging again as he hits the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Viviana,” he groans, hips jerking. He comes hard, hot and thick, spilling down my throat, and I swallow, choking through it.

He pulls out, breath ragged, and I lick my lips, blind and buzzing. “Good,” he says, voice soft, stroking my hair. “Now,” he says, flipping me over, “all fours—spread wide.”

I obey, knees sinking into the mattress, thighs parting, ass up.

His hands grip my hips, steadying me. “Fuck,” he says, fingers sliding between my legs from behind, finding me dripping.

“Dario,” I moan, rocking back as he slips two fingers inside. He pumps fast, curling them, hitting that spot, and my legs start shaking.

“Fuck,” I cry, trembling hard, blind to everything but his touch. He adds a third finger, stretching me, thrusting deep, and I’m lost, shaking wild.

“Come,” he says, voice rough, spanking my ass light but firm. I do—a gush soaking his hand, my scream echoing, legs quivering beneath me.

“Please,” I beg, voice raw, body wrecked. “Fuck me, Dario—please.”

He groans, pulling his fingers out, and I hear his jeans hit the mattress. “You want it?” he asks, cock teasing my entrance, hot and hard.

“Yes,” I pant, pushing back blind. “Please, fuck me.”

“Good girl,” he says, thrusting in deep, filling me full. I cry out, stretched tight, and he grips my hips, setting a fierce pace.

“Fuck,” I moan, rocking to meet him. He spanks me again—not hard, just enough—over and over, heat blooming across my ass.

“Take it,” he grunts, spanking me between thrusts. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“Yeah,” I gasp, trembling, the sting mixing with pleasure. He spanks me again, lighter, steady, driving me higher.

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