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“Don’t you dare stop,” Gloria gasped. “I don’t care if I have oxygen. I just want you.Allof you. Every piece, every scar, every millimeter of flawed perfection. You’re mine, Aldo. Please make me yours.”
He went a little blind and a little deaf. His hands shook as they moved up her torso to the last three buttons that kept her hidden from him. One. Two. Three. He worked them open, and the sound that rose from his throat when she was bared to him was like a desperate man’s plea.
Hewasdesperate. He’d told himself he could wait. Could find a way to make it perfect. But perfect wasn’t what Gloria wanted. She wanted him, flaws and all.
Lowering down slowly, his cock brushing the inside of one silky thigh, Aldo pressed his lips to her heart.
“Oh my God.” She was chanting now, and there were tears in her eyes. Or maybe those were his tears in his eyes.
He lifted up and filled his hands with her breasts, thumbs stroking the tender points beneath the lace. She bucked against him, and his cock twitched in anticipation. “Get me out of this thing,” she breathed, tugging at the straps of her bra.
With pleasure.
One-handed, he found the clasp at the back and released it.
“Show off,” she teased.
But he couldn’t joke. He couldn’t smile. His body was consumed by what was happening under him. Her breasts spilled free, and he looked his fill, brushing his fingers lightly over the round flesh. Her nipples were dark and hard, and there was no way in hell he could do anything but lower his mouth to those tender points and taste.
One brush of tongue, the fastening of his lips around her peak, and Gloria’s hips bridged off the mattress, pinning his cock between their bodies.
“Fuck. Oh my God. Oh my. I’m going to die and I don’t care—” She lost her breath and her words when he started to suck, pulling the point into his mouth.
She rocked against his erection, begging with her body. He wanted to be buried inside her, wanted to feel her walls quicken around him as he rode her to an orgasm so explosive they’d be melded together for eternity. He needed to join their bodies. Just the thought of being buried in her had precum leaking from his tip like a faucet turned on, soaking the front of her lace panties.
He switched to her neglected breast and feasted there, while she moaned and writhed beneath him, Gloria tried to wriggle her way out of her underwear, and it drove him mad. He’d never been wanted like this. Desired. Craved.
He nuzzled at her breast and slid his fingers into the front of her underwear. God. She was wet and beyond ready. The heat between her legs called to him, a siren’s song he heard in his blood.
“Glo, I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m clean. I’m tested.” She whispered the words between peppering kisses and bites across his chest.
“What about birth control?”
“I’m on it. And there is nothing that I want to feel more than your bare cock inside me.”
Everything went black for a second or two, and then he was yanking her underwear down her legs. It got tangled up on an ankle, but it didn’t matter. The promised land was before him.
He couldn’t help himself. Aldo gripped his cock and guided it through her slit, letting their arousals mingle. Flesh to flesh. Nothing had ever felt this decadent, this good, this right before.
Gloria hitched her knees up higher.
“Aldo, if you wait one second longer, I’m going to die right here, unfulfilled.”
“I’d do anything for you, Gloria. Anything.” And with that vow, Aldo drove himself into her.
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Gloria wasn’t clear on the physics of it all. However, she had been operating on the assumption that there was no way that Aldo Moretta’s magnificent cock should have fit inside her. But fit it did. And even stretched right up to and maybe just a bit beyond her limits, she was hurtling toward the second orgasm of her life, and he hadn’t even moved a damn muscle yet.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Aldo gasped into her neck and shoulder.
He was sheathed in her. Bound to her. Just that joining, that scrape of his chest hair over her sensitive nipples, his expletive-laden gasp of joy, made her come.
She felt it rise up in her like a prayer lifting to the heavens and then break around them in a dazzling array of fireworks. She felt it in her fingertips, her toes, the roots of her hair. She was coming so hard Gloria couldn’t tell if her eyes were open or closed because there was nothing but fireworks.
Aldo grunted dark, dirty words of praise as she clamped around his cock like a vice. Then he moved. She didn’t know enough about orgasms to know if this was the same one or Round Two. But either way, if she could have told Aldo “I told you so,” she would have.
