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She exhales sharply. “What do you want from me then? Because I need you badly. I need to feel your fingers inside me.”
“You’re so wet.” I push two fingers inside her, and Vittoria gasps, nearly buckling in her seat. “So damn tight, with your pussy juice all over my fingers. Damn right, you belong to me. Your pussy will only be filled by me, you hear that?”
She nods quickly as I pump my fingers inside her, arching them upward to hit that sweet spot I know she loves. I feel her clench around my fingers as she gasps and trembles beside me. “You say you’re married, but I don’t see him here. I don’t see him fucking you in public with his fingers. I don’t see him doing this…”
I pull my fingers out and lick her juices off them, one at a time. She’s pleasantly surprised, but only for a moment. Then, she slams her lips against mine in a searing kiss, and the entire world falls away. I kiss her like I’m desperate for air, and she kisses me like I’m her lifeline. It’s both intimate and jarring, and in that moment, I realize I’m in love with her—a feeling that could lead to my ruin. But I can’t stop. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, and she moans loudly into our kiss. I push my fingers back inside her, swallowing her moans as I go faster, deeper.
It only takes a minute or two before she stiffens in my arms, crying out in sheer pleasure. “Dario… Dario…”
I pull my fingers out and lick off her orgasm, watching as she breathes heavily, a small smile spreading across her face.
I take my cock out and grip it, rubbing precum over the tip. We’re in public, in a park frequented by runners, but whether that bothers her, she doesn’t say. Instead, she sits close enough to me and takes my cock from my hand, massaging it in silent reverence.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I murmur as she rubs her palm across the tip of my throbbing cock. “You’re so good at this, baby.”
She smiles shyly but doesn’t stop. Her rhythm isn’t perfect yet—some of her touches go awry—but there’s something deliriously good about the way she continues, stroking the length of my shaft and gripping me fully.
“Put your fingers in your wet hole to scoop out enough juice for me,” I instruct, and she obeys. “Push it deep; wet it for me, Vittoria. Yeah… just like that… holy hell, you’re gorgeous. Now take it out and rub it all over my cock.”
She obeys again. Such a good girl.
How else can I describe her? She’s stunning, and that body of hers? Anyone would be a fool not to ache for her. With her wet hands, she strokes me again, finally finding a rhythm that drivesme wild. “Oh my fucking goodness. Get on my cock and ride me, baby.”
That’s when she pauses and glances around. “We’re in public, Dario.”
I chuckle deeply. “Your hands are wrapped around my cock, baby. You didn’t think of that?”
She sighs. “I didn’t… I don’t want to stop, but…”
“But nothing,” I tell her. “Think about it—the thrill of almost getting caught. Haven’t you ever wanted to try that? To lose yourself and be free?”
That does it for her. She nods and relaxes, rising from the bench to stand in front of me, her back to me. She pushes down her leggings a bit for more freedom. I wrap my hands around her waist and guide her down onto my cock. We both sigh in satisfaction as I fill her slick pussy completely. She hesitates midway, unsure if she can take me all the way, but I nudge her down, filling her up entirely.
“This feels so good,” she whispers.
“Yeah…” I grip her waist firmly as she bounces on my cock, pleasure shooting through me in waves. Nothing has ever felt so right. “Fuck, you feel so sweet.”
She makes a circular motion before riding me back and forth. “I love your cock, Dario.”
I hold her close and slam her down on me, the pace quickening. We can’t wait. She needs me as much as I need her. “You’re mine to use as I want.”
“Yes… yes!”
When I thrust into her again, she cries out loudly, her orgasm crashing over her. That’s when I lose myself in her sweetness too, shooting my release deep inside her. She falls back into my arms, breathing heavily.
“You’re so good to me,” she whispers.
I look up and catch movement. I jerk upright, my response causing her to crash back to reality. She quickly pulls up her leggings and turns to face me, shuffling to her feet. I stand up to join her, capturing her face in my hands.
“Oh my god, someone saw us,” she says with panic in her voice. “They heard me screaming.”
“That’s hot.”
“Is it?”
“Everything about you is, princess.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “Come on, let's go home.”
…So why does that last part make my stomach twist in the best way possible?
