The legs of the desk scrape the wooden floor from the force of his onslaught. I’m fighting for breath, barely managing to get enough oxygen with each shallow draw. Massimo must notice my struggle because his hold on my neck loosens. Not happening. I squeeze his wrist even harder, burying my nails into his skin.
That coil at the base of my spine gets tighter, twisting and twisting until it finally snaps. The release—a galactic explosion—unlike anything I’ve felt before. I’m spinning, dazed, riding the euphoria of my orgasm when he suddenly lets go of my neck. His c**k slides out, and I moan in protest of the loss. But two large hands grab my ass cheeks, lifting my lower body up. Tongue. Warm, wet, velvet. Spears inside my already quivering core. Lips. Hard, demanding. Seal around my c**t.
