A Touch of Sin |18+|

12

ALANI

I didn't know if I could take it anymore.

"Shit," I whispered, my voice cracking against my control. "I don't know if I can," I breathed, my pussy throbbing around him like a heartbeat. We fucked before, but nothing could compare to what I felt as Valerio stayed inside of me—not moving.

I was entirely aware of how filled I was while his body pressed against mine, leaving no room between us.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," Valerio murmured, moving my hair out of the way to lay a kiss on my shoulder. "Just say the word." He was breathless, and his voice strained.

We were both consumed by lust, driven by the desire to not let this end.

I could feel his cum dripping out of me, tickling my inner thighs. Valerio was still hard, pulsing inside of me as his breath fanned my skin in feather light strokes. I didn't want it to stop. Not when it felt as good as it did.

"Don't stop," I whispered, pushing my hips back. Valerio groaned, tracing the tips of his fingers over the dent of my spine until his hand curved over my waist, finding its place just below my naval.

He pressed his palm onto my lower stomach, adding just the right amount of pressure and I moaned into the sheets. Another thing I didn't know I liked.

Valerio massaged the area, and I was sure it was possible for me to cum just like that.

"So deep. I could stay like this forever," he said softly, interlacing his fingers with mine with his free hand.

His chest pressed into my back, my front flush against the sheets. Valerio had me trapped, pinning me down with his body weight. Even if I wanted to move, I couldn't.

"Do you have any idea how good it feels to be inside of you?" Valerio whispered, raising his hips and he slid out of me, leaving his tip just barely touching me. "Bite that pillow, baby. You're going to need it."

"Fuck," I mumbled, grabbing the pillow and pulling it towards me.

"Three fucking months," Valerio grunted, slamming back down onto me and I let out a strangled cry at the force of it. "I'm not letting you go again. Not so soon." Another thrust. The pillow muffled my moans, but I had no time to catch a breath before Valerio pulled out and entered me again.

He wasn't moving fast. His actions were slow but powerful and it had tears pooling in my eyes at the intensity of it. My entire body hiccupped with each stroke and my knuckles whitened as I gripped the pillow. My toes curled as tingles spread through my legs.

"You're going to make me cum again," I whispered, losing track of how many times I had an orgasm. His lips on my neck, his skin against mine, his flat palm pressed against my lower stomach— it was extremely overwhelming, in the best way possible. Valerio removed his hand, and I felt his weight lessen as he held himself up.

"That's all I want. Just let me make you feel good," he murmured, and I was met with another thrust.

Cuss words fell from my lips, muffled by the pillow as I embraced the softness. It was a contrast against how hard Valerio fucked me.

"You're making me feel so good," I croaked, meaning every word. Valerio moaned and I felt the vibrations on my back. He shifted, leaning on one palm and I felt him grasp my cheek, stealing a kiss from my lips.

He stilled but stayed inside—pushing deeper than I ever felt him.

I groaned, and he swallowed every sound I made. We weren't kissing anymore. Our lips were touching, but just barely grazing as our breath mingled. My eyebrows furrowed, unable to comprehend how fucking good it felt. I was starry-eyed, and it was all as a result of the man on top of me.

"Don't stop," I breathed when I realised he wasn't moving. "Please," I added because it was not the time for Valerio to edge me. Even if that meant pushing all my pride to the side. It didn't matter.

"Please?" he parroted. "Look at you asking me so nicely. Such a good little slut, aren't you?" Valerio whispered, clearing my hair away from my face and my half-lidded eyes met his.

As much as my mind screamed at me to rebuke his words, I couldn't. My body wouldn't let me. He inspected my face, sliding his fingers over my cheek until it wrapped around my neck for just a second.

Valerio grabbed the pillow I had been holding. "Lift your hips."

I did as he asked.

Valerio set the pillow underneath me, and gently pushed me back down. That way, my ass was a lot higher in the air.

"Perfect," he breathed, caressing my ass with his big hands. This time, when he moved, he wasn't going as slow.

In a blink of an eye, my orgasm hit me harder than I expected. And then another. I couldn't speak, I could barely remember my own fucking name. Valerio didn't stop. He held my hips, fucking me as he chased his own orgasm until his cum spilled out of him, for the third time that evening.

How much stamina did he fucking have?

It was mindboggling. If I didn't put an end to it, he'd probably be inside of me the entire night.

With a moan, he slipped out and collapsed onto the bed next to me. My legs were numb and I laid there with the side of my cheek pressed into the sheets while I steadied my breathing. I felt Valerio move just as my legs were separated.

"Valerio—"

"I'm just cleaning you up."

I felt something warm and damp wipe my inner thighs, dabbing gently over my sensitive pussy. My eyes closed as my body relaxed. At that point, I was sure that I couldn't take anymore. Valerio moved again and this time I could hear him leave the room.

It was a few minutes later when he returned, hovering over me before his arms circled around my waist and lifted me.  My arms wrapped around his neck and my legs curled over his waist. Valerio kept an arm underneath me, holding me up as he carried me. I didn't know where he was taking me until I was set into a bath filled with hot water and it instantly brought relief to my sore muscles.

I sighed, sinking until the water covered my breasts and bounced over my collarbones. 

"Thank you," I said sincerely, opening my eyes.  I caught Valerio staring at me with a soft smile on his face, as if didn't absolutely annihilate me just a few minutes ago. What was he smiling about?

"What?" I asked, peering at him through narrowed eyes.

"I just realised that I haven't taken you out on that date," he said, sitting on the edge of the tub in just his boxers. His upper-half was bare, aside from the inked art on his skin.

"Please. I don't think I can walk. Let alone face anyone," I said, groaning as I softly played with the water. I needed a rest, desperately.

"I know. That's why I'm having food delivered for us," he said, and I broke out into a grin. As soon as food was mention, I realised how hungry I was.

I took his hand, and Valerio's gaze dropped down to our interlocked fingers. "Get in with me."

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This was a short chapter and I think my babes deserve a double update!! Next chapter will be posted in an hour or so <3