His Exclusive Stripper: You Are Mine, Don

Evelyn’s POV

He lifted me up effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he supported my back against the wall. His kiss was hungry, desperate, and our mouths clashed, fighting for dominance. His hands roamed my body, grabbing my ass and giving it a hard squeeze. I moaned into his mouth, losing all control as our passion ignited.

“Antonio, please,” I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation.

“Shh, baby. I’ve got you,” he murmured, his eyes dark with intensity. His hands slid under my shirt, fingers grazing my skin as he pushed it up and over my head. He took a moment to admire me, his gaze lingering on my breasts before his hands returned, cupping them and rubbing my nipples through the fabric of my tube. The friction sent shivers down my spine, and I arched into his touch, craving more.

His mouth left mine, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, nipping at my skin and making me gasp. When he reached the edge of my tube, he paused, looking up at me with a mischievous glint in his eye before his hands deftly pulled it down. The tube fell away, and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard and flicking his tongue against it.

“Fuck, Antonio,” I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair, urging him on. He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention while his free hand slid between my legs, pressing against the damp fabric of my panties.

“You’re so wet for me,” he groaned, pushing the fabric aside and slipping a finger inside me. I gasped, bucking against his hand as he added another finger, stretching me and making me squirm with need. His thumb found my clit, rubbing circles around it and driving me wild.

“Please, Antonio, I need you,” I begged, my voice breaking with desperation. I reached down, fumbling with his belt and the button of his jeans, needing to feel him, to have him inside me. He helped me, shrugging out of his shirt and kicking off his flip-flops before finally pushing his jeans and boxers down.

I took him in my hand, stroking him and marveling at the way he hardened even more under my touch. He groaned, his eyes closing briefly before he pinned me against the wall again, his mouth claiming mine in a searing kiss.

“Tell me what you want, Evelyn,” he murmured against my lips, his breath hot and ragged.

“I want you inside me, Antonio. I need you,” I pleaded, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer. He didn’t make me wait. In one smooth motion, he shifted my very soft panties and he entered me, and we both gasped at the sensation. He filled me completely, stretching me in a way that felt both perfect and overwhelming.

Our movements were slow at first, each thrust deliberate and filled with meaning. His hands roamed my body, one hand squeezing my breast, the other gripping my ass, pulling me harder against him. I met each thrust with equal fervor, our bodies moving in perfect sync.

“God, you feel so good,” he groaned, his lips finding mine again. The kiss was deep, his tongue exploring my mouth as he increased his pace. My moans grew louder, mingling with his groans as the intensity of our connection built.

“Harder, Antonio,” I begged, my nails digging into his back. He complied, driving into me with a force that made me cry out in pleasure. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only us, lost in our own universe of desire and need.

As he thrust into me, his fingers found my clit again, rubbing it in time with his movements. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and I felt the tension coiling tighter in my belly, ready to snap.

“I’m so close,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. He growled in response, his movements becoming frantic as he chased his own release.

“Come for me, Evelyn,” he demanded, his voice rough with need. His words pushed me over the edge, and I cried out his name as my orgasm crashed over me, waves of pleasure pulsing through my body. He followed moments later, his grip on me tightening as he found his release, groaning my name as he filled me.

We stayed like that for a moment, our breaths mingling, hearts racing as we came down from the high. He slowly lowered me to the ground, his arms still around me, holding me close.

“Babe I …” I was about to say when he placed his hand on my lips.

“No, don’t speak,” he commanded, a dark glint in his eyes. “This isn’t over yet.”

Before I could react, he turned me around, bending me over the bed. His hands were rough as he pulled my panties down, exposing my dripping wetness to the cool air. I shivered, both from the chill and the anticipation.

“I’m going to fuck you hard until you lose your breath. This is your punishment for pushing me away earlier,” Antonio growled, his voice low and threatening.

Without warning, he plunged two fingers deep inside me, brutally stretching my walls. I cried out, the mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelming my senses.

“Please, Antonio, stop,” I begged, my voice quivering. But even as I said the words, I could feel my body betraying me, grinding back against his hand, desperate for more.

“Oh no, you don’t really want me to stop,” he taunted, his fingers thrusting harder, faster. Each movement was calculated, designed to push me to the brink of ecstasy.

My pleas turned into incoherent moans as he continued, relentless in his assault. The intensity was too much; I was on the edge, teetering between pleasure and pain.

“More,” I gasped, my mind a blur of sensations. “Please, more.”

He didn’t hesitate, adding a third finger, stretching me even further. The burn was exquisite, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body. I was lost, completely at his mercy.

“See? You love this,” Antonio growled, his breath hot against my ear. “You love it when I take you like this.”

I could only moan in response, my body shaking with need. He knew exactly how to drive me wild, and he took full advantage, his fingers curling inside me, hitting that perfect spot over and over.

“Antonio,” I whimpered, my voice breaking. “I can’t take it. Please, I need you inside me.”

But he wasn’t finished yet. His other hand found my clit, rubbing it with brutal precision. The sensation was too much, and I felt myself unraveling, my orgasm crashing over me with a force that left me breathless.

Before I could fully recover, he withdrew his fingers, only to replace them with his tongue. He licked me, devouring me with a hunger that left me trembling. His tongue worked wonders, bringing me to the edge again and again, making me cum multiple times until I was a quivering mess.

“Antonio, please, I need you,” I begged, my voice hoarse from screaming.

Finally, he stood, positioning himself behind me. With one powerful thrust, he entered me, filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, and I cried out, clutching the sheets as he pounded into me with relentless force.

“Tell me you love this,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire.

“I love it,” I gasped, my body moving in rhythm with his. “I love it, Antonio. Please, don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He fucked me hard, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. The pleasure was blinding, and I felt myself slipping, losing all sense of reality.

“Come for me again,” he growled, his hand gripping my hip so tight with bruising force. “Come for me, Eve.”

I couldn’t hold back. With one final thrust, I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me with a force that left me breathless. Antonio followed, his release flooding me as he groaned my name, his body shuddering against mine.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies entwined, hearts racing as we came down from the high again. He pulled me very close, his arms wrapping around me in a possessive embrace.

“I lo…” I was about to say when he place his hands on my lips.

“I love you so much Eve… A Lot Cara Mia… I’ve always loved you” I stare into his eyes as my heart swells with the truth of his words.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

” I love you more Tony” I replied immediately.

” And I love you much more than most” He screamed lightly.

We lay there afterward, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten. Despite everything, I knew we were stronger together. Antonio held me close, his fingers gently stroking my hair as we basked in the afterglow of our passion.

“Promise me you’ll never doubt me again Cara Mia,” he whispered.

“I promise, my baby” I replied, snuggling closer to him. “I trust you, Antonio. With all my heart.”