Her pussy hugged him, tightening, contracting around him, pulling him deeper every time he moved.
It was euphoric. It was torture. It was love. He still had her hands trapped over her head, holding her there, not allowing her to take control, not letting her rush what he was carefully building. The restraint only made it worse—made every sensation hit harder, deeper, leaving her completely at his mercy.
Vee's head fell back, her eyes squeezing shut as she saw stars behind them, bursts of light flashing. Her body tensed, every muscle pulling tight, then releasing, only to tighten again as the feeling built higher and higher. Her thoughts scattered, slipping away from her one by one.
Her brain turned to mush, unable to hold onto anything except him—what he was doing to her, how he was making her feel. "Luca…" she breathed again.
His gaze drifted to her tits once more. His fingers wrapped around one, before he lowered his head and drew the bud into his mouth again.
