19. Lina
Lina
The scent of cedarwood, crackling pine, and fresh wax is the first thing that hits me when I open the door to The Mug even as my body convulses around him, his jaw clenches and he keeps going, his heavy hips continuing to drive deep inside my wetness without slowing down a single fraction of an inch.
He pulls back, sliding nearly completely out of my soaking heat, and then drives back in, hard and deep, hitting the very back of my womb.
A sharp, high-pitched gasp escapes my lips.
The sensation of him moving through my fresh release is overwhelming, a wild, raw friction that immediately begins to rebuild the tension.
He holds my thighs wider, his boots digging into the floorboards for leverage as he thrusts into me, over and over, his pace relentless, his chest heaving as he breathes in the scent of our sweat and woodsmoke.
"You belong to me," he whispers against my lips, his breath hot and ragged as his cock strikes deep. "Tell me. Say it."
"I'm yours," I gasp, my thighs shaking against his shoulders as the heat inside me reaches a rolling, blinding boil for the second time. I am completely spent, but his unyielding rhythm is dragging me right back over the edge. "Gio, please... I'm yours."
He lets out a low, victorious growl. He releases my thighs, letting my legs drape over his hips, but he doesn't stop. His hands slide down to frame my face, his thumbs pressing hard against my cheeks as he drives his hips forward, burying himself to the absolute root with a brutal, solid depth.
I cum again, a deeper, more violent release that makes my entire body lock rigid.
I scream into the quiet room, my core clenching down on his cock in a series of wild, pulsing contractions that shake my limbs.
Through my second climax, Gio’s chest heaves, his own face finally twisting into a mask of pure, agonizing release as his control snaps.
He lets out a deep, roaring groan, driving deep inside me one last time, burying himself to the absolute root as his own release explodes, hot and heavy, filling me completely.