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The moment his fingers brushed against my clit, I came.

No.

Idetonated.

My orgasm burst through me, forcing wave after wave of pure, raw bliss upon me. I screamed, but the sound was muffled by the water beating down on us. I tried to push back against the wall, to escape this on some level, but he held me firmly in place, right there mounted on his cock.

As I came, I felt my pussy clamp down, gripping him so tightly that it was a wonder he could even move. He didn’t, not at first,but when my pussy had finally eased its death grip on his cock, he drove deep, his thrusts picking up speed and power.

Still, my orgasm didn’t end. I felt like I was on some kind of drug, high and unable to come down, and then I felt the swell of his cock within me.

My entire world burned, flickering flames that threatened to consume me inch by inch until I was nothing but a pile of ash. One wave of pleasure swept through me, followed by another and another until I was drowning in it.

“Fuck, Sofia. You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. “Come for me,la mia bambina.”

I did.

And I didn’t stop coming either. The only thing I could do was scream his name.

One orgasm rolled into the next, delicious decadent pleasure taking me by storm. Pain and pleasure twisted into one intoxicating sensation and then I was falling into another climax more intense than all the rest.

“Massimo!” I cried out, his name echoing off the walls of the shower as my vision blurred.

“That’s right. Come on my cock, Sofia,” he ordered. “Take it like a good girl.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine. There was a commanding edge to them, a dark possessiveness that I couldn’t deny. It made my stomach twist and turn, and heat burned my face, but there was no time for me to dwell on what he said, because then I was coming again. Sheer agony raced throughme, an exquisite blend of pain and pleasure taking hold and refusing to let go.

Please. Oh, God.

I didn’t even get the chance to beg for him to stop, because I was coming so long and so hard that I lost complete control.

Another wave of pleasure slammed into me, and I lost myself to feeling, swept away by the current and caught up in the riptide.

But still, he kept going.

Hard.

And fast.

And deep.

Then his hand released the back of my neck, and his finger found my clit again. I cried out, fearing another orgasm, but my eyes rolled back in my head as my climax ripped through me with the power of a fucking torpedo.

I didn’t know how much more I could take, but I had a feeling that it wasn’t up to me.

It was up to him.

“Fuck, Sofia, you’re going to make me come. You want my cum in this tight little pussy? Huh? Is that what you want?” he asked, his gravelly voice whirling through my insides like a carnival ride.

I was too caught up in the throes of another orgasm to manage anything at all, my body frozen in pleasure as he fucked me harder than ever.

“I can feel you milking me, baby girl. Fuck,” he growled. “Your little pussy’s desperate for it, isn’t it? Tell me.”

He smacked my ass.

“Yes,” I cried out, the sting sending sparks of pleasure straight down to my clit, and then I was spiraling even higher, my whole world coming undone.

There was no way I could withstand another orgasm, not with how my body was already trembling. But as his thrusts turned into a frenzy and his finger rubbed furiously against my clit, the inevitable happened anyway.