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Azalea

My back was still pressed hard against the cold wall, and my chest was rising and falling in uneven breaths as Adriano finally loosened his grip on me after licking all my juices.

My skin burned everywhere his mouth had claimed me, and every nerve was alive.

I loved it. I loved everything he had just done to me, and I craved more. When he rose to his feet, his eyes locked onto mine, filled with a storm of emotions—dark, consuming, and dangerous. I was trapped in his gaze, unable to move.

“I love the way you look right now,” he groaned, gripping my hand and pulling me closer before pushing me down onto the bed. “This look belongs to me alone. You’re mine forever.”

I watched as Adriano undressed slowly, every movement deliberate, his gaze locked on me as though he could see the fire he was igniting inside me.

My core throbbed in anticipation, aching for him the moment his clothes hit the floor. His cock stood hard, thick, and veined, making my body scream for his touch.

“I don’t need to ask if you like it,” he whispered, his voice rough against my ear. “I can read you like the back of my hand.”

His grip tightened on my legs, positioning himself at my entrance, ready to thrust inside—when the words slipped out of me.

“Wait.”

“Is something wrong?”

“No… but I want to touch you,” I breathed, surprising even myself. It was out of character, reckless, but I didn’t care.

I wanted to make him feel good—needed to. More than anything, I wanted the weight of his hard cock on my tongue, filling my mouth.

Adriano sat at the edge of the bed, his tone commanding yet laced with hunger. “Come here.”

I slid down from the mattress, lowering myself onto my knees before him. His sharp intake of breath told me he was already unraveling, and when I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking him slowly, he let out a deep, throaty moan.

He was thick and hard in my grasp, heavy with need, and a bead of pre-cum glistening at the swollen tip.

My tongue flicked out, teasing it, and the salty taste spread across my lips, sharp and intoxicating.

The flavor sent a rush of heat through me, igniting every nerve, making my veins hum with a fire that only he could feed.

“Ah!” His husky moan spilled out, the sound rough yet melodic, like a sinful melody made just for my ears.

The wetness in my mouth mixed with his pre-cum, making it effortless to glide up and down as I took him in, sucking slowly and teasingly.

Heat radiated from his body, wrapping around me as my lips tightened around his length.

My hands roamed along his thighs, caressing firmly, fueling the intensity of the moment. His low, husky moans filled the room, each sound spurring me on, urging me to take him deeper.

I felt his hands tangle in my hair, guiding me as I took him deeper, my throat stretching to accommodate his hardness. Each thrust filled me completely, the raw sensation making my pulse race.

His breathing quickened with every stroke, ragged and heavy. “Urgh!” His deep moan vibrated through the air as his grip tightened on my head.

“Faster,” he demanded, holding me firmly in place before taking control, his hips snapping forward as he began thrusting into my mouth.

My eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by the pace and intensity as he fucked me harder.

My body tensed as his movements grew more urgent, his grip tightening as though he couldn’t let go. The overwhelming sensations left me breathless, struggling to keep pace with his relentless rhythm.

All I could focus on was the heat, the raw intensity, and every thrust sending shivers through me.

“I’m cumming,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. With one final, deep thrust, he spilled himself inside my mouth, the hot rush filling me as I swallowed every drop, my lips still wrapped tightly around him.

“You did well, honey,” he murmured, his eyes still dark and heavy with lust. Adriano’s hand wrapped firmly around mine, pulling me up.

My lips were still damp, and my chest rising and falling quickly as I met his gaze. His eyes burned into me, hungry, and possessive, like he hadn’t even begun to have his fill.

I gasped when I saw his length rise again, thick and unyielding, already aching to claim me.

My breath caught as my back met the bed. “Be gentle,” I whispered, anticipation and desire trembling in my voice.

“I will,” he murmured, positioning himself at my entrance. His tip teased my core, rubbing slowly, and making me shiver before he finally pushed inside.

A sharp cry tore from my throat as pain shot through me, stretching me in a way that burned. It fucking hurt.

“Pull it out,” I screamed. “It hurts so much.”

Adriano froze, not moving any further, though he stayed buried inside me. His hand slid gently through my hair, his touch soft and reassuring.

He pressed light kisses along my forehead and whispered sweet words, his voice low and soothing, as if trying to ease the pain away.

“I’m sorry, honey. I know it is your first time. Please bear with me.”

I hadn’t even realized I was crying until the tears slipped down my cheeks. The pain was sharper than I ever imagined, consuming me so fully that it left me trembling.

For what felt like forever, I tried to adjust to the fullness of him, my body slowly beginning to accept his length.

Finally, I drew in a shaky breath and whispered, “You can move.”

He started moving inside me at a slow pace. The sting of pain was still there, but it wasn’t as sharp as before. With each thrust, the ache started to fade, replaced by something different—something pleasing.

A shiver ran through me as waves of pleasure began to bloom where the pain once lingered. Before I realized it, soft moans escaped my lips, filling the space between us.

“More,” I moaned. “Give it to me harder.”

Just as I asked, Adriano quickened his pace. My body arched as he gripped my leg, shifting me slightly before pulling out and slamming back into me.

A loud scream tore from my throat, the overwhelming sensation threatening to consume me. It was too much, too good, and I felt like I could shatter into pieces at any moment.

He pounded into me with such intensity that my body trembled with each thrust. The pleasure built rapidly, overwhelming my senses.

I clung to him, my nails digging into his back, as I felt myself teetering on the edge of release, ready to explode in ecstasy.

He suddenly withdrew, only to grab me and turn me onto all fours. A scream mixed with a moan escaped my lips as he drove into me from behind, his pace rough and unrelenting.

Adriano fisted my hair, pulling me back as his thrusts grew deeper, slamming into the deepest part of me.

“You love it?” he growled, his hips snapping harder, making my breasts bounce with every movement. “You love the way I thrust inside you.”

“Urgh! Yes—oh!” I cried out, my voice breaking with every thrust. “Just like that… fuck me harder.”

My mind was a haze, every thought drowned out by the fire coursing through my veins. The pleasure was overwhelming, addictive, stealing my breath with each stroke.

“So sweet,” I gasped, shuddering as he kept hitting that perfect spot inside me.

His filthy words poured over me, each one like gasoline thrown onto the flames already consuming my body, driving me wilder beneath him.

“I’m cumming!” I screamed, my whole body trembling as the orgasm built inside me, threatening to shatter me completely.

But just as I was about to tip over the edge, Adriano pulled out, leaving me breathless and desperate. Before I could even protest, he grabbed me, dragging me off the bed with a roughness that made my knees weak.

He spun me around and shoved me against the wall, his heat pressing into my back, claiming me all over again.

I gasped as he thrust into me, harder, deeper, and relentless. Each movement pushing me closer to the edge. His breath was hot against my ear, his growl vibrating through me as he drove me wild, leaving me trembling under his control.

Every thrust stole the air from my lungs, every sound he made set my body ablaze.

His lips found mine, urgent and possessive, as he moved with a rhythm that left me breathless. Every touch sent shivers through me, every gasp blending pleasure and need.

“I’m cumming,” I gasped out. “Honey.”

“Cum with me,” he growled, driving deeper, forcing the climax from my body. I clung to him, my body trembling as the waves of pleasure crashed over me.

His lips found mine, muffling my cries as he followed, his release filling me with a warmth that left us both breathless.