Page 71 of Savage King

A whimper escapes me when he bends my body forward, arranges my ass, and moves my legs apart with his knees. Hishands knead my cheeks, and a hot ache runs up and down my pussy.

"Antonio," I urge.

One of his hands moves around my front, cups me between the legs, and makes my knees buckle. He grabs my hips to keep me up. "So fucking perfect," he murmurs as his thumb presses against my clit. His fingers splay my folds apart. "So wet. Tell me, passerotta, are you this wet for me?"

Another whimper escapes me as he slides his fingers inside me, then curls them to hit a secret spot that has me panting.

I feel his hard cock press against my ass and shamelessly rub myself against it, while his fingers move up and down inside me, and his thumb continues caressing my clit. His other hand is around my waist now, keeping me up, bearing all my weight because my legs can't.

His cock slides along my pussy, looking for my entrance, and eagerly, I bend back, seeking his hard length.

"So greedy," he breathes hot against my ear. "Do you want my cock, Scarlet?"

"Ye-es," I whimper.

"Hmm, what do you want me to do to you with my cock?"

"Fuck me," I manage. "Antonio, I want you to fuck me."

His hand moves back, but before I can mourn the loss of his fingers inside me, I feel the velvety tip of his dick against my slick opening. I move my hips, mewling, searching, needing. He chuckles in my ear.

"So ready for me."

Without warning, he pushes into me. All. The. Way. My breath catches—no, it shatters. The stretch is instant, shocking. My body clenches around him, trying to adjust, to take him. I've never felt this full before. It's overwhelming, this deep, relentless pressure that borders on pain. He's thick, and long, and he doesn't give me time to think, to breathe, to prepare. He's justthere, buried inside me, claiming every inch. My hands press hard into the cool tile. I’m not sure if it’s to anchor myself or to keep from flying apart.

My back arches involuntarily. The burn is real—sharp at first—but underneath, it is something else. A greedy ache I didn’t know I had. A need that crackles through me like a live wire. He’s still, holding himself there, and it makes everything worse somehow—more intense. Like my body is suspended at the edge of something dangerous and consuming.

“Breathe,” he murmurs, his voice rough and low against my ear. “You’re taking me so fucking well.”

God help me… I am.

"So fucking perfect, like your pussy was molded for me." He rasps.

A cry escapes my lips. Both of his hands are now holding on to my hips as he moves them in sync with his movements, keeping me up.

"Oh fuck Scarlet. You're so fucking tight," he grinds out, thrusting into me.

"Oh shit, Antonio, shit… I'm…"

"Yes, come for me, take my dick, Scarlet."

His hands are locked now, digging into my flesh, but there is no pain, only the hot bliss he's wringing from me with every one of his thrusts.

"I need you to come, Scarlet, now," he presses out.

As if my body were waiting for this command, it releases the most intense pleasure inside me.

"Antonio!" I scream as wave after wave of bliss runs through me, turning me into a boneless mess.

His body trembles behind me, his head sinks down to rest on my back, and he tries to get his hard breathing under control.

"Fuck," he groans.

With a sudden fierceness, he pulls out of me; turns me around. His arms envelop me, and I can hear the hard pumping of his heart as he presses me against him and enfolds me like I'm the most cherished thing in his world.

I can't stand as the water drops around us. It's only him holding me up as I melt into him, thinking this is my favorite spot in the whole wide world. I never want to be anywhere else but right here.

I wakewith Scarlet in my arms, and damn, does that feel good. She fits fucking perfectly against me, with her tight little ass pressed into me. My cock is already sporting a hardon from her closeness, and remembering the mind-blowing sex from last in the shower only serves to stiffen it to a nearly painful point.

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