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“Watching you fuck yourself is what I need right now. I need it… I need you, right fucking now!” My words break out of me, desperately.

Penelope wets two fingers, dragging them out slowly, making me suffer for it. Then she plunges them deep into her slick heat, a loud, guttural moan ripping from her throat. “Mmmm, you like watching me finger myself, huh?”

“Yes…” I choke out, barely holding it together.

She pulls her fingers free, glistening with her arousal, and holds them up to me. I stalk over, seizing her hand, shoving those wet digits into my mouth. I suck hard, tasting her—sweet, salty, primal—but it’s not enough. It never is. My thirst for her is a bottomless pit.

I scoop her up from the couch, crushing her against me, kissing her like I’m trying to consume her whole. When I pull back, she licks her lower lip, that smile of hers dripping with sin and hunger, daring me to dive back in.

Her lips trail soft, filthy kisses from my neck, working downward with purpose.

“Have I ever told you I adore your body?” she asks, and it’s not some coy, girlish tease. Her voice is fierce, laced with wild reverence, like she’s confessing a truth that could unravel us both.

“You’ve told me before,” I mutter, breath hitching. My cock aches, straining without her touch, but her naked devotion, her willingness to bare everything just overrides every other thought.

She presses open-mouthed kisses along my biceps, her tongue sticking out, leaving a wet trail down to the V disappearing into my pants. She’s on her knees now, gazing up at me with a longing that borders on worship.

“I like that you watch over me, Adriano. God, I love it. You tell me I’m your world, and you prove it every single time. You’re as fucked up over me as I am over you, right?”

I swallow hard, cupping her face with my right hand. Her skin’s so soft it almost hurts to touch her. “You got no clue what I’d do for you, Pen. When you let me in like this, spilling your guts, trusting me to lock it down. Fuck, it’s like you’re handing me your whole damn soul every time. I’d die before I’d let it slip. You’re my obsession, and I’m not even sorry.” My voice cracks, carrying shit I can’t put words to yet.

“Show me,” she whimpers, tugging at my zipper with trembling fingers. “I want to pleasure you tonight. You’re all I care about. Show me how.”

I guide her hands to undo my zipper, then step back, letting her take over. She tugs my boxers down, and my cock springs free, hard and throbbing.

I hear a tiny gasp slip from her, quick and soft, before she wraps her hand around me. Her eyes blaze, fierce and hungry, and I’m sucking air, lost in it. This feels huge, like we’re tipping into something we can’t undo.

“Open that pretty mouth, cara.”

She kneels there, thighs pressed into the grimy carpet, gazing up with a reverence that twists my gut. “Like this, Mr. Vieri?”

That name on her tongue—Mr. Vieri—while she’s down there, submitting to me, makes me almost bust right there. It’s power and filth wrapped in devotion, and she knows it. Her smile deepens, and I’m lost, tumbling deeper into her.

“Wider,” I command, voice tight.

She stretches her mouth open, inviting me in. I step closer, feeding her just the tip of my cock.

“Suck the head, darling. Don’t take it all yet.”

Penelope closes her lips around me, sucking slow and wet, her tongue teasing with sloppy little kisses. She doesn’t push further, and I’m grateful but barely hanging on as it is.

“Fuck… fuck… Pen… fuck…” The words spill out, ragged and broken, as she unravels me piece by piece.

She swirls her tongue around the head of my cock, licking and sucking with a filthy precision that threatens to shred what’s left of my sanity. Her head tilts, lazy and deliberate, before she takes me deep, swallowing me into the tight hollow of her throat. The suction pulls a groan from me, and I reach down, snagging a fistful of her hair. I twist it around my arm, pulling hard.

She gasps, my cock slipping free as her eyes snap wide—wild, alive, brimming with lust and something feral beneath it.

“What?” she stammers, voice low and melodic, dripping with a dangerous edge. “Do you want me to stop? Did I fuck it up?”

“God, no!” The words pour out of me, barely coherent through the haze of need frying my brain. I don’t hesitate, this one truth cuts through the chaos. I can’t let her stop. Hell, she’s too damn good at this; it’d be a sin if she pulled away now. I’d unravel, collapse, fucking die if she left me hanging.

“You didn’t do a damn thing wrong. Just… go slower. I’ve missed you too much. If you move too fast, I’ll explode in that pretty mouth.”

“I want you to come in my mouth this time,” she purrs, voice soft but dripping with a filthy, eager edge. Her eyes lock on mine, molten brown, blazing with raw want as she licks her lips, slow and deliberate. “Fuck my mouth so hard and then come inside it?”

“Yes,” I growl, my pulse thumping wild, echoing in my ears. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth. Rough, Pen—real fucking rough. You’re swallowing it all when I’m done.”

Her smile twists, feverish and dripping with sin. “Like I said, tonight’s all yours, Adriano. Whatever gets you off… I’ll do it. I’m your goddamn plaything.”

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