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I pullmy boxer briefs down, my cock springing free, hard and ready. The way she looks at it—hungry, desperate—makes me throb.
“Open your mouth,” I command, stroking myself. “Show me how much you’ve missed this.”
Lily licks her lips, eyes locked on my length. She shifts onto her elbows, her mouth opening obediently. I grasp the base of my cock and guide it between her lips, groaning as her warm mouth envelops me.
“That’s it, baby girl,” I mutter, watching her take me deeper. “Show me who owns this pretty mouth.”
She moans around my shaft, the vibration sending pleasure coursing through me. With surprising agility, she rolls onto her stomach, raising herself up on all fours, never letting my cock slip from her mouth. Now at the perfect height, she begins to suck me with newfound enthusiasm, her head bobbing as she takes me deeper with each pass.
“Fuck,” I hiss as she hollows her cheeks, creating a suction that nearly makes my knees buckle.
She chokes slightly when I hit the back of her throat, but instead of backing off, she pushes forward, tears forming at thecorners of her eyes as she forces herself to take more of me. The sight of her struggling to accommodate my size only makes me harder.
She pulls back just enough to lap at the underside of my shaft, then lowers her tongue, swirling around my balls with unexpected greed. When she sucks one into her mouth, I have to grip the edge of the massage table to steady myself.
“Goddamn,” I growl, feeling the familiar tightening that signals I’m getting too close. “Enough.”
I pull her off me, her lips making an obscene popping sound as they release me. She looks dazed, her chin wet with saliva, her eyes glazed with lust.
“Turn around,” I order, already positioning her. “I need to be inside you.”
I guide her to the edge of the table, spreading her thighs wide. She’s soaking wet, her pussy glistening in the dim light. I run the head of my cock through her folds, coating myself in her arousal.
“Please,” she whimpers, arching her back, trying to force me inside.
I push into her in one hard thrust, burying my throbbing cock to the hilt in her tight, velvet heat. She cries out—too loud—her back arching off the table as her slick walls clench around me. I quickly cover her mouth with my hand, feeling her hot breath against my palm.
“Quiet,” I remind her, beginning to move with slow, deliberate strokes that make her eyes roll back. “Unless you want your mother to hear how well I’m fucking her little girl, how wet you get when I stretch this pretty pussy around my cock.”
Her eyes widen above my hand, but I feel her silken walls clench and flutter around my throbbing length at my filthy words. I establish a punishing rhythm, my hips slamming against her soft thighs, driving into her soaked heat with enoughforce to make the table creak and groan beneath us. Her muffled whimpers vibrate against my palm as I fuck her with abandon, watching her perfect tits bounce with each savage thrust, claiming what’s mine.
I lean down, my lips brushing the delicate shell of her ear, my hot breath making her shiver. “I’m going to talk to your father,” I whisper between brutal thrusts that have her pussy gripping me like a vise. “Tell him I’m taking you back to Manhattan with me so I can bend you over every surface of my penthouse and ruin you for any other man.”
She makes a muffled sound of protest against my palm, but I silence it with a particularly deep thrust that has her eyes rolling back, her tight, slick walls clenching around my throbbing cock like a vise.
“I’m not leaving town without you,” I continue, my voice low and dangerous as I grind against her swollen clit with each punishing stroke. “You understand me? This isn’t negotiable.”
I bring her lips to mine, my tongue invading her the same way my cock is claiming her below, swallowing her desperate whimpers as I continue to pound into her drenched heat. When I pull back, her lips are cherry-red and swollen, a thin strand of saliva still connecting us, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps that make her perfect tits bounce with each exhale.
“Tell me who you belong to,” I demand, slowing my pace to punctuate each word with a deep thrust that makes her gasp, her inner walls clenching around me like a silken vise.
“You,” she whispers, her fingers digging crescents into my sweat-slicked shoulders, her pupils blown wide with desire.
“Louder,” I growl, my voice rough as gravel. “Tell me this tight, dripping pussy belongs to me.”
“My pussy belongs to you,” she says, her voice stronger now, more certain, a flush spreading from her cheeks down to the hollow of her throat.
I reach up to cup her breast, feeling its perfect weight in my palm before pinching her rosy nipple between my fingers until it pebbles. “And these perfect tits?”
“Yours,” she gasps, arching into my touch, her head thrown back to expose the vulnerable column of her neck. “They’re yours, Luca.”
“Everything,” I insist, driving into her harder. “Your ass, your mouth, your heart—all mine.”
“All yours,” she agrees, her eyes locked on mine, something like surrender in them.
I slow my pace to an agonizing crawl, dragging the swollen head of my cock along her silken walls, watching her writhe beneath me as I keep her suspended on the knife’s edge of pleasure. “You know what this could cost me?” I growl, my voice thick with lust. “My fucking reputation, the mayoral race—everything I’ve built with these hands.”
Her face crumples, those innocent eyes clouding with guilt, but I capture her chin between my thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at me.
