“I’ve got you, dolcezza,” I growl, hoisting her up into me, and the way I bring her to sink onto my cock sends a shiver up her back that even I can feel. She stifles a yelp that sounds almost like a musical note, and the next moment, she’s back on her hands, pushing her pert ass back onto me, and I do not hold back.
I feel tension building up within me, but I’m not ready to let it go just yet. There’s a monster within me that wants me to give into my instincts, to let loose hard and fast with abandon. But I’m no beast—I’m a man who will please his woman well, and I’ll finish when I’m good and done fucking her.
I start bucking into her like a piston, my rhythm unstoppable like a machine, and her shoulders freeze as her cunt clenches. She starts to look back at me, but her eyes are shut tight and her mouth hangs open. I can feel pressure in her body winding up like a spring. I don’t let up, every muscle in my body driving forward with unstoppable heat.
And just before her spring uncoils, I withdraw from her.
The whimper she lets out his heartbreaking, and her eyes open wide, begging me for mercy. “Fuck, Bruno, I’m so close!”
“And I’m going to take you there,” I growl, slapping her on the ass before I pull her leggings the rest of the way down until they’re off her legs, leaving her bare from the waist down in her own shop, but for the oversized shirt. I take a handful of her hair and gently tug her back until she’s standing up in front of me. “Hold on tight.”
Without warning, I sit up on the counter, my cock standing upright like a mast. Serena looks at it hungrily for a moment before I seize her by the waist and lift her up. She makes a surprised squeak as I lift her up high, but when she sees the waiting cock below her, a bead of precum glistening above the sheen of her honey she spreads her legs and starts to wrap them around me.
“I want to look into your eyes when we come,” I say thickly, and I let her sink to the hilt onto my hot, throbbing cock. My precum mixes with her wetness. The sound of her loving sigh as our sexes are united again is like honey to my ears.
She rests her hands on my shoulders and looks down at me, but I’m supporting her hips with my hands. She’s safe in my grasp, and I can see in her eyes just how much she trusts me.
When I start rocking my hips, it takes her no time to join right in with the rhythm again, as if we hadn’t paused at all. Serena bites her lip and knits her brow, and her flushed face tells me she’s using the last of her strength to work with me as I rock forward, my cock harder and stronger than ever.
My Serena feels like nothing I’ve ever felt in my lap, my cock perfectly sheathed deep inside her. Every time I help her rock forward and her hips dig deeper for more, we’re both finding parts of her that we’ve never felt, feeling sensations only we can unlock in each other.
In a bold move, she reaches to the hem of her shirt, letting go of the support of my shoulders for a moment. She pulls it up over her head, but she manages to keep balance on my cock, even though I don’t stop rocking and bucking up into her. It takes her a few moments, but she gets it off and shakes her gorgeous locks of golden hair out before tossing it to the side. Instinct kicks in, and I reach up to unhook her bra, which comes off next.
She exposes her breasts to me and rests her arms around my shoulders again. It brings her close enough that I reach behind her with one hand and put my teeth to her breast. She leans her chin against my head as I lick her nipple until it’s soaked, then suck it between my teeth and toy with it more. I give both her breasts attention, never breaking pace for a moment, and her whole body begins to coil up in ecstatic tension once again.
“Bruno...oh, Bruno,” she murmurs, almost chanting as I rock her into a trance-like pace, pumping up and rocking with her, my cock getting stiffer as pressure mounts in me, too. I feel her nails dig into my back, and I know it’s time.
I pick up the pace, pounding up into her, any hope of finesse or precision getting thrown to the wind. My pounding gets savage, relentless, and I hold one hand in her hair in a fist while the other grips her hips, pulling her into me.
She breathes in sharply, and she starts losing control of her body as the pleasure wells up into an unstoppable flood. Just as she reaches the peak of the cliff, I let myself go. The incredible tension in my cock unlocks, floodgates opening as my seed bursts up into her at the same time as she lets out a scream of ecstasy, her whole pussy tightening and pulsing around me as I throb into her.
It isn’t until the second pulse of hot seed that I realize a loud groan is escaping my lips too, and as we finish together, we melt into each other, soaking-wet sexes locked into each other, and the tide of bliss rocks us into a daze as I bring the rocking rhythm slower, slower, until we’re just sitting there, sweating on the counter of her shop, seed spilling out her pussy onto my balls.
It’s a mess, but god, I wouldn’t trade that moment for the world.
Finally, she pushes herself up, shivering as my still-stiff cock twitches inside her, and her glowing face looks down at me like an angel. We’re both at a loss for words. Smiles play across our faces, and we finally start laughing, bringing our foreheads together to rest on each other until we settle down and kiss playfully.
“So, do all knife-fights end like this?” she asks.
“Of course,” I joke, grinning. “At least, the ones with us will.”
“I might have to get more serious about this, then,” she says, and I brush a lock of hair out of her eyes as I smile up at her before picking her up off my cock and setting her down gently. She wobbles a moment, but keeps her balance, putting her hands on her hips proudly.
I wet my lips as I button my pants back up. “You’d better get your clothes back on unless you want round two to be sooner than you think.”
She raises her eyebrows and tilts her head to the side. “Oh yeah? Maybe we should take it back to my place.”
I smile wickedly, but I put up a hand for her to wait as I move to the back room. “Hold that thought. I have something for you.”
She blinks, confused, and calls after me, “Uh, seriously though, if gun practice is next then I might need a breather.”
“Later,” I say as I pull out my bag and dig through it to get two little black boxes. One is a long rectangle, the other is a square. I carry them back into the main room to find Serena pulling her leggings back on. She peers at the little boxes curiously.
“What are those?”
“A couple of things I want you to have,” I say, setting them down on the counter. “You know, gifts. One of them I didn’t want to give you until later, but I think you’re ready.”
Serena’s eyes are wide with surprise, and she’s even more surprised when I pick her up to set her on the edge of the counter and hold out the rectangular box first. In my massive palms, it looks a lot smaller than it actually is.
“Oh! Is there an occasion?” she asks. She looks at the box shyly, but I know my girl—she likes presents, and I like to spoil her.