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She just nods, her head bobbing up and down, her eyes squeezed shut.

I pull her hair, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to get her attention. "Eyes open," I command.

Her eyes fly open, locking on our reflection.

"Watch yourself come." I keep the same pace, the same rhythm as she grows more tense around me. "I want to see your face when you fall apart."

Her pussy starts fluttering, a sure sign of her impending orgasm. Her whimpers become more desperate, her movements more frantic. She's trying to hold back, trying to draw it out, but she's fighting a losing battle.

"Let go, Blair," I murmur. "I've got you. Just let go."

She explodes with a cry, her body stiffening for a moment before shuddering with a force that takes my breath away. I watch her face as she comes, watch as the pleasure washes over her, wiping her clean, leaving her nothing but a gasping mess.

Her pussy clamps down on my cock, the rhythmic contractions milking me, pulling me closer to my own release.

But I'm not done.

I haven't completely ruined her. Not yet.

I thrust into her once more, and she cries out, a fresh wave of pleasure washing over her. I can't believe how sensitive she is, how responsive. She's like a finely tuned instrument, and I know just how to play her.

"Again," I command. "You're going to come again."

"Diego." My name is a whimper. "I can't."

I don't bother arguing back. I just grab her hips and haul them back against me, changing the angle.

She screams as I slam into her again and again. This is no longer slow and gentle. This is a primal, feral need to claim her, to mark her, to make her mine in every way possible.

She doesn't have the energy to hold herself up anymore. Her arms give out, and she collapses against the bed, her face pressed into the duvet. Her ass is high in the air, a perfect, beautiful offering. And I am more than happy to take it.

I ride her hard, the sounds of my hips slapping against her ass mingled with the sounds of her cries and my own ragged breathing filling the room. I watch as my cock slides in and out of her, glistening with her pussy juices.

"Diego!" she screams, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the sheets. "Oh, God, Diego!"

And then she's coming again, helplessly, lost in pleasure. Her whole body shakes with the force of it.

This is what I needed. This is what I wanted. To see her lose all control. To give herself over to me completely.

"Again," I demand. "Now." There's no mercy in me left. I've been reduced to instinct, to base need.

And she gives it to me. She comes again, her pussy clenching around my cock. She's sobbing my name, over and over, a song of pleasure and desperation. She doesn't even know what she's saying anymore. She's just feeling. Just being.

My balls draw up tight, the pressure building at the base of my spine. I'm close. So close.

I can feel the familiar tingling start in my toes. It travels up my legs, through my body, until every nerve ending is humming with electricity.

I'm there. Right there.

And I don't stop.

I keep pounding into her, drawing out her pleasure, drawing out my own, until the pleasure is so intense it borders on pain.

I reach around and find her clit. I rub it in fast circles.

"Diego, Diego, Diego. Oh, God!" She's mindlessly sobbing my name now. I feel a gush of wetness against me, and her body tenses, almost painfully, for a long, suspended moment before she shatters violently.

Her pussy clamps down on my cock like a vise, and she releases a feral, almost animal-like scream that has me coming right alongside her.