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“Break for me, baby,” I snarl. “Let me feel that pussy BREAK for me.”

She shatters.

Her whole body convulses. Her back bows off the bed, her thighs locking around me as a ragged, piercing cry flies from her mouth. Her pussy pulses and ripples and squeezes my dick so hard I nearly lose whatever control I have left.

She's shaking, sobbing, her bound hands twisting uselessly against the lace while she comes and comes and fucking comes all over my hungry cock.

I loosen my grip around her throat just enough to let her drag in a choked breath, but I don't stop fucking her.

Not for a second.

“We’re not done, little nightmare,” I rasp, my lips inches from hers. “You’re going to give me more.”

She shaking and thrashing, gasping and losing her fucking mind as her head rolls side to side.

“I can’t!” she blubbers. “I can’t come any⁠—”

“Yes, you can," I growl. "And you will. Give me your cum, baby. Give me your fucking cum right the fuck now.”

I keep pounding relentlessly into her gorgeous, sweet pussy until the trembling in her body builds all over again. Her eyes go wide, her forehead crumpling as her mouth wrenches open in a silent scream.

“Damiano!!”

When she comes again, it’s harder than the first time.

Deeper.

Heavier.

Her hot cunt clamps down around me, and that's it.

My control shatters.

I slam into her one last time, pushing my cock as deep as I can fucking get it and holding her there with my hands locked around her throat. A raw, ragged groan rips from my chest as I explode, pouring my cum into her again and again, rope after rope jetting into her as my world dims around the edges.

And then, I’m kissing her.

Her legs are still wrapped around my hips, my cock is still twitching deep inside her, and my hands are still around her throat. But suddenly, all I know is the soft heat of her mouth hungrily kissing mine. The eager swipe of her tongue. Her whimpered moans of need as my hand slides up to cup her jaw and my lips sear to hers.

After that, it’s a blur of tangled bodies and ripped lace as I free her arms and get us to the center of the bed.

We’re clearly both on the brink of passing out from sheer exhaustion. But that doesn’t mean I want my cock anywhere but buried deep inside her.

I’m also aware that I’d probably crush her if we fell asleep like this. So I roll us over, cradling her limp, spent body to mine as she whimpers softly.

“I…we should get up⁠—”

I wrap my arms tight around her, keeping her firmly where she is, sprawled across my large frame, her thighs spread around my hips. Her cheek against my chest muscles, her breath ghosting across my skin.

My cock still buried inside her, where it belongs.

Her dark hair fans across my face, but I don’t bother moving it as I lazily drag a finger up and down the small of her back.

“You’re not going back to your couch?” she mumbles in a sleepy voice, her eyes closed and her lips smiling against my skin.

I shake my head.

"I live in this house with my wife,” I murmur as I crane my neck to kiss the top of her head. “And I will be sleeping in this bed with her."