Page 52 of Salvatore

She glances at me over her shoulder, her eyes panicked.

I lower my attention to her pussy. “One more stroke while staring at this masterpiece and I’ll be done. Is that what you want?”

She whines. “Okay. Fine…Salvatore.”

“Say it again.”

“Please, Salvatore.”

“Tell me you want my cock.”

She buries her face in the duvet. “I want your cock.Okay? I want it. I fucking need it. Just please hurry.”

I impale her, sliding to the hilt, almost dying with the surge of exhilaration.

She arches her back and cries out, that pussy damn near strangling my length.

I pound into her. Hard thrusts. Muscles tensed. “Keep saying it or this stops.”

“Fuck, Salvatore.” Her hands claw the bedcovering. “Yes, please, Salvatore… right there.”

Over and over she says my name. Pleading syllables. Beseeching moans.

“You’d better be ready to come.” I fist her hair and gently pull, still fucking her as I guide her to straighten against me.

I hold her, fastening her back to my chest, one hand on her hip, the other arm weaving around her ribs, past her sternum to grasp her tit. “Say my name as that perfect pussy milks my cock.”

She mewls, resting the back of her head on my shoulder, her hips working overtime as the moistened slapping of flesh fills the room. “I’m close, you son of a bitch.”

I grin against her neck, running my nose along the delicate length. “You can call me Salvatore or God. Those are your only two options.” I release her hip, my fingers delving between her thighs to brush her clit.

She jolts, her pussy spasming. “Oh, God.”

I snicker against her skin. There’s no way she meant to comply. “Good girl. Now show me how much you love my dick.”

She reaches for me, her fingers threading in my hair, her grip pulling tight. “Salvatore, I’m…”

I pump harder. Faster.

“Salvatore,” she pants. “Sal…va…” Her back arches, her breasts thrusting skyward.

I’m blindsided by the fisted grip her pussy claims around my cock. My balls tighten. There’s nothing but sheer determination stopping me from spilling inside her.

I tense against the pleasure. Close my eyes to the visual onslaught.

“Tell me when you’re done.” I grate through clenched teeth.

I’m not going to make it. I’m going to fucking blow.

“Sal…” She pulls tighter on my hair. “I’m…” Her breathing shudders. Her body loosens. “I’m…” She pants. Once. Twice. Then her shoulders slump against me. “I-I’m done.”

Fuck.

I pull out, still palming her cunt as I fist my dick and explode against her back.

The gratification is blinding, each burst of cum mind-numbing while my lips remain on her skin, her sweat on my tongue, the fucking brilliance of her choked breaths in my ears.

I paint her olive skin with my seed, the rivulets sliding toward her ass.

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