[Alfio's Pov—Continuation]
The world split open inside me.
A scream tore from my throat—ragged, breathless, swallowed by the darkened room—as his cock forced its way deep, stretching me beyond anything I thought I could bear. My nails clawed helplessly at the sheets, the sound of the fabric ripping mixing with my moans.
"Ahhh—Salvo!" My voice cracked, trembling between pain and a shameful heat that wouldn't stop burning through me.
He didn't slow. His hands crushed my waist, pulling me down onto him, forcing me to take every inch. His growl thundered against my ear.
"Good boy. Take it all. Don't you dare fight me now."
I gasped, my body convulsing under him, but my hips betrayed me—arching, grinding, chasing the merciless rhythm he set. My head fell back, hair clinging to sweat-soaked skin, and I moaned louder, too loud, as the sheets twisted beneath us.
Every thrust felt like chains tightening, every breath stolen by his weight. I hated it. I needed it. I was coming undone.
