[Aldo]
Then her mouth is on me, hot and wet, her tongue swirling around the head in slow, torturous circles. Her hand strokes my shaft while she sucks, her other hand cupping my balls and rolling them gently.
“Fuck, Dawn,” I groan, my head pressing back against the headboard.
She releases me with a pop, her lips slick and shiny. “Not yet, Aldo,” she whispers, her voice like honeyed sin.
She climbs onto the bed, straddling me. Her heat is so close, I can feel it. She lines herself up and sinks down onto me in one slow, deliberate motion.
“Holy shit,” I groan, my hips bucking involuntarily.
Dawn moans, her nails digging into my shoulders as she begins to move, grinding her hips in slow, circular motions that have me biting my lip to keep from losing it.
“You like that?” she asks, her voice low and breathy.
“You know I do,” I growl.
She smirks, leaning down to bite my lip again. “Then be a good boy and don’t come until I say.”
And Cristo, I don’t know if I can, not with the way she’s moving, teasing, and grinding on me like this.
Dawn leans back, her hands on my chest, using me as leverage as she begins to pick up the pace. Her hips roll in a perfect rhythm, her body arching in a way that accentuates every curve. My cock is buried so deep inside her, every inch of me feels like it’s on fire.
“Look at you,” she whispers, her voice dripping with lust as she moves faster, slamming herself down onto me. “You’re so fucking close, aren’t you? I can feel it.”
I grunt, trying to hold back, trying to focus on anything but the unbearable pleasure coursing through me.
Her hand slides between us, her fingers circling her clit in slow, deliberate strokes. “You want to let go so bad,” she purrs, her breath hitching as her movements grow more desperate. “But you can’t. Not until I say.”
“Bambolina,” I groan, my voice rough and strained. My wrists pull against the handcuffs, the metal biting into my skin as I try to grab her, to control this moment, but I can’t.
I’m fucking trapped, and it’s driving me insane.
She smirks down at me.
“You think I’m a pretty doll?” she teases her eyes blazing with lust and power, the loves the nickname. I see it in her eyes.
“Poor Aldo,” she murmurs, leaning down so her lips brush against my ear. “You’re such a good boy for me. So desperate, so hard, so close…”
Her voice sends a shiver straight down my spine, and I thrust up into her without thinking. She gasps, her nails digging into my chest as she meets my thrusts, her body slamming down onto mine with a raw, primal intensity.
Her moans grow louder, her breathing ragged as she starts to lose herself in the rhythm. “Fuck,” she breathes, her voice shaky. “You feel so good.”
I can feel her tightening around me, her walls clenching as her body begins to tremble. She’s close too, and it’s the only thing keeping me from exploding.
“Not yet,” she hisses, her voice breaking as her movements become erratic.
“Bambolina,” I growl again, my body tensing as I fight the urge to let go.
Her head falls back, her hair cascading down her back as she rides me harder, faster, her nails raking down my chest.
“Come with me,” she finally whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her moans.
That’s all it takes.
I thrust up into her one last time, burying myself as deep as I can go. She cries out, her body clenching around me as her orgasm rips through her, and I follow, exploding inside her with a guttural roar.
The world blurs around us, nothing existing but the heat, the pleasure, the connection between us as we ride out the waves together.
When it’s over, she collapses onto my chest, her body trembling, her breath hot against my skin.
For a long moment, neither of us speaks.
Then she sits up, her grin returning as she looks down at me, still cuffed to the bed.
“Tsk tsk,” she says, shaking her head. “I told you not to come until I said.”
I blink up at her, still catching my breath, my chest heaving. “You literally said-”
“I didn’t say we could stop,” she interrupts, her grin turning wicked.
My cock twitches, already stirring again despite the fact that I’m still recovering.
“Bambolina…” I warn arching a brow, but she just smirks and leans down, her lips brushing against mine.
“You’re not done until I say, Aldo,” she whispers, her voice dark and dripping with promise.
Fuck. I’m in so much trouble.