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My right hand slides down to find her pussy, still soaked from her orgasm. I slip two fingers inside her easily while my tongue continues its assault on her ass.
"Jesus Christ," she pants. "Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop."
I moan against her, the vibrations making her shudder. My left hand drops to my cock, stroking myself as I eat her ass like a man starved. The dual sensation of tasting her and touching myself has me dizzy with need.
"You like that?" she asks, her voice rough with arousal. "You like eating my ass while you stroke your cock?"
I pull back just long enough to answer. "I fucking love it."
Then I'm back to work, my tongue probing deeper while my fingers pump in and out of her pussy. She's dripping wet, her juices coating my hand as I work her toward another peak.
When I press one slick finger against her tight opening, she freezes for just a moment before pushing back against it.
"Yes," she says. "Do it."
I work my finger slowly inside her ass while my tongue continues lapping at her. She's so fucking tight, and the way she clenches around my finger makes my cock pulse in my grip.
"More," she says, and I oblige, working a second finger into her ass while my other hand keeps pumping into her pussy.
She's shaking now, cursing steadily as I stretch her, prepare her. My breathing is ragged as I stroke myself, watching my fingers disappear into her body.
"Enough fucking around," she says, looking back at me over her shoulder. "Claim your prize and fuck me in the ass. I want it."
Moaning, I release my cock and position myself behind her, my hands gripping her hips. This is really happening. After everything we've been through, all the violence and hatred, she's here offering herself to me completely.
I line myself up against her opening, the head of my cock slick with pre-cum as I press against her tight entrance. The resistance is incredible, and I have to fight every instinct screaming at me to just thrust forward and bury myself inside her.
"Easy," I say, more to myself than to her.
"Don't you dare go easy on me," she says, pushing back against me. "I'm not some fragile little flower. Fuck me like you mean it."
The head of my cock breaches her tight ring, and we both groan at the sensation. She's so fucking tight it's almost painful, gripping me like a vise as I work slowly deeper.
"Fuck, Adriana," I gasp. "You feel incredible."
"Shut up and give me more," she says, her voice strained but determined. "All of it. Now."
I grip her hips harder and push deeper, watching my cock disappear inch by inch into her ass. The sight is so erotic I nearly come right there. Her body accepts me gradually, her muscles relaxing as she adjusts to my size.
When I'm finally buried to the hilt, we both pause, breathing hard. The sensation is overwhelming — she's so tight and hot around me I can barely think straight.
"Move," she says. "Fuck me properly."
I pull back slowly, then thrust forward again, setting up a steady rhythm. Each stroke sends electricity through my entire body, and the sounds she makes — desperate moans and sharp gasps — drive me wild.
"Harder," she says. "I said fuck me harder, you bastard."
My hand comes down on her ass with a sharp crack that echoes through the room. The impact leaves a red handprint on her pale skin, and she cries out — not in pain, but in pleasure.
"Is that what you want?" I say, punctuating my words with another hard thrust.
"Yes! Fuck yes!" she says. "Spank me again. Make it hurt."
I oblige, my palm connecting with her ass again and again as I pound into her. Each slap leaves its mark, her skin growing redder with every impact. The combination of pain and pleasure has her writhing beneath me, pushing back to meet every thrust.
"You like being spanked while I fuck your ass?" I say, my voice rough with exertion.
"I fucking love it," she says. "Don't stop. Hit me harder."
