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Her response is visceral, primal, the wetness between her thighs growing with every strike. After ten more, she's there—dripping onto her thighs, ready for me. Just the way I like it.

I'm on my knees now, the scent of her arousal thick in the air, and I can't help but lean down to savor the taste. "Fuck princess, I need to lick that up," I murmur before my tongue sweeps over her slick folds, lapping up every drop. She's sweet and musky, a flavor that's fucking addictive.I shove two fingers into her dripping cunt, feeling her tight walls clench at the intrusion.

"Fuck Matteo, that feels so good…" Her voice is a ragged moan that spirals my desire even higher.

My left hand finds her clit, rubbing circles into it as I pump my right-hand fingers in and out, setting a relentless rhythm. I drag my tongue over her again, then trail it upwards, giving her back hole the same worship I bestowed upon her clit. The ring of muscle trembles beneath my tongue's caress.

"I’m gonna cum," Eleanor gasps, her body tensing as the wave crashes over her. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, milking them with the force of her release. I don't let up, pushing her through the orgasm until she's begging me, pleading, "Stop, stop… I can’t take anymore!"

I pull my fingers from her cunt, leaving her gasping, and circle the bud above. Slowly, I push in, claiming her other hole. "Oh Matteo," she moans, and the sound is music to my ears.

"Let me stretch you wide Princess," I growl, working my fingers inside her slowly, scissoring them to widen her for me. My cock throbs with the need to be inside her, but patience—patience is key.

I reach for the nightstand, pulling out the lube and the new vibrator—a little gift for nights just like this. "I bought us a present," I say, a wicked grin spreading across my face. I douse her puckered hole with lube, watching as it glistens on her skin.

I press the vibrator against her, easing it into her cunt, and position the tickle bit against her swollen clit. She shivers,anticipation building, and then I'm there, lining myself up.

"Oh, fuck Matteo, that’s it," Eleanor cries out as I push into her ass, slow and steady. I watch, entranced, as she swallows every inch of me. Once I'm balls deep, I give her a moment, let her adjust to the fullness before I click the button on the dildo.

The first vibration hits, and she jumps, a sharp intake of breath telling me everything I need to know. "Oh my God, Matteo," she writhes, and I feel the vibrations against my cock, adding another layer to the already intense sensation.

"I feel so full." Her words are strained, breathy, and I can sense her teetering on the edge once more.

"Stay still, Princess," I instruct, though every instinct screams to move, to take her hard and fast.

"Take it," I grunt, my free hand coming down hard on her ass, the sound echoing off the walls of our bedroom. Eleanor's body jerks beneath me, her pussy clenching tight around the vibrator that's buried deep inside her.

"Oh, you like that, Princess," I snicker, feeling a savage satisfaction at the way her moans fill the room. I smack her again, and she cries out, "Fuck Matteo, I’m gonna cum so quick."

"Good girl," I hiss, beginning to move. My hips pull back, dragging out the sensation before I slam into her once more. I grip the base of the dildo, keeping it locked in place so each thrust sends vibrations rippling through us both. "Oh shit, don't stop, Fuck, Matteo," she gasps, and I can hear the desperation lacing every word.

I'm not gentle, never have been – it's not the world I livein, not the soul I own. But with Eleanor... with her, there's this fierce need to claim, to possess in a way that's mine alone. It's dark and heady, the way she submits, the way she takes what I give and begs for more.

"Harder?" I taunt, already knowing the answer. She doesn't disappoint.

"Please, Matteo..."

That's all the permission I need. My pace quickens, animalistic groans ripping from my throat as the sensations build. The damn vibrator presses against me through the thin wall of her ass, and I swear it's going to be the death of me. My cock is steel, every nerve alight as if I've got electricity coursing through my veins.

"Fuck, Eleanor..." I pant, barely recognising my voice, rough and raw with lust. I feel my balls tighten, the vibrations from the handle making them draw up close to my body. It's too much, all-consuming, and I can't hold back any longer.

"Matteo!" she screams, her inner muscles clamping down on the toy as her orgasm tears through her.

And that's it – the clamp of her around me, the pulse of her pleasure – it undoes me. I grip her hips, fingers digging into flesh, and I thrust harder, faster, chasing my own release. I'm teetering on the edge, every muscle coiled, every sense heightened until it happens.

Her ass squeezes impossibly tight around me, and the world narrows down to the raw, primal rhythm of our bodies. There's no holding back the roar that escapes me as I come, my vision blurring to nothing but the ink stains ofdarkness on the edge of my sight. Her name is a mantra on my lips, a vow, a fucking salvation as I spill myself into her.

"Christ..." I exhale, my breath ragged. The lingering tremors of my release continue to shudder through me, echoes of the storm that just raged between us. We're a mess of sweat and sin, and as I collapse beside her, I know we're exactly where we belong.

My heart hammers against my chest, each beat echoing the carnal rhythm we've set. This is it—the most earth-shattering orgasm I've ever had, and it's all because of her. The thought of doing this every damn day sends another jolt through my spent cock, twitching with the promise of more.

Eleanor's laughter, light and unburdened, cuts through the darkness. "I guess we need another shower," she says, the humor in her voice a stark contrast to the depravity of what we've just shared.

"Guess so," I grunt, still reeling. I help her up, my movements heavy with satisfaction. Before she can steady herself, I smack her ass—a sharp, possessive slap that paints her skin the perfect shade of pink. "Your pink ass is my favourite thing to see."

She blushes, that sweet rose color creeping along her delicate cheekbones, and walks backward toward the bathroom. Even now, she's got that defiant spark, challenging me with every step. But it doesn't matter—she's mine, and I'm hers, twisted together in this fucked-up dance of power and desire. It's dark, it's dangerous, but in the end, it's the only thing that feels like home.

Chapter Twenty-Four

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