Lahat ng Kabanata ng His V*rgin Stripper : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

MarcelloThe tires crunched softly against the pristine gravel of the winding driveway as Enzo steered the vehicle through the massive security gates of my estate. But as the car finally rolled to a halt in front of the grand entrance, my eyes didn't track the lines of the building. Instead, they locked onto the rear-view mirror.Enzo stared back at me through the glass, and that fucking annoying smirk was still plastered across his lips, unchanged from the warehouse parking lot.Beside him, Dante sat rigid in the passenger seat. His large frame practically filled the space, his arms crossed over his chest in his usual disciplined, military posture. But as the headlights cut out, plunging the interior of the car into a dim gray, I caught the subtle twitch of his jaw. A barely noticeable smile was pulling at the corners of Dante's mouth, a silent testament to the conversation that had transpired during the drive.I let out a heavy sigh, leaning my head against the leather headrest of

MarcelloThe weight of her body pressing tightly against mine threw a violent shock wave through my nervous system. Every point of contact felt like a burn cutting through the cotton of my shirt and the fabric of my trousers. She wasn’t holding back an ounce of her weight. She leaned into me with the reckless abandon of a person completely untethered by reality, her soft frame molding itself into the hard lines of my body until there was no air left between us.And trapped beneath the thin material of my trousers and driving into the soft flesh of her thighs, was a hard-on so fierce it actually made my vision blur around the edges.It was an involuntary betrayal. My cock swelled, thickening into a rigid, painful knot of lust that pulsed heavily against her skin, branding her with the evidence of my need before I could get a grip of myself.I couldn't move without making it worse. She was centered right over where it ached most, her hands clamped at the base of my neck.I looked down,

MarcelloAs my mind spiraled deeper into the dark, a soft, impatient friction against my waist snapped me back to the mattress beneath us.Sienna’s hand had traveled down from my chest, her fingers fumbling with the heavy metal buckle of my belt. Fidgety and slightly uncoordinated from the wine, she tugged and twisted at the strap with a desperate urgency, her breath hitching against my collarbone. She let out a tiny, frustrated huff against my skin when the leather refused to yield.The desperation in her movements melted the freezing wall of my hesitation. Moving my hand between our bodies, my fingers popped the metal prong from the notch, loosening the strap in a single, fluid motion.Sienna didn't waste a second. Her hands immediately hooked into the top button of my shirt, tearing at the fasteners in a blur of frantic energy. She stripped the fabric down to my abdomen, pushing it off my shoulders the instant the last button cleared the loop. With a sharp twist of my torso, I s

MarcelloThe tight, crushing spasms of her release were still wringing violently around the length of my shaft, a series of frantic internal pulses that threatened to rip my own control right out from under me. Riding her through her climax had pushed my body to its limit. The slick, hot friction of her interior was pure lava, and with every desperate contraction of her walls, the thick veins along my cock throbbed with a heavy ache that signaled my own orgasm was very close.My thrusts became even harder, my hips driving down into hers with a heavy, unyielding momentum that left no room for recovery. The mattress beneath us groaned under the rhythmic, violent weight of my body crashing into hers, the sound of our skin meeting in loud, wet claps filling the shadow-drenched luxury of the room. I was a man possessed, completely consumed by the driving necessity to bury myself as deep as physically possible into the pristine heat she had kept locked away until tonight.Sienna, caught

SiennaThe first thing that registered through the heavy fog of sleep was a strange, unyielding warmth along my entire left side. Not the loose, tangled mess of my own duvet back in my room. This heat was solid, pressing into me with a steady weight that made my half-conscious mind stall.Then came the contact.A large, calloused hand rested low on my stomach, fingers splayed wide, anchoring me down with a casual authority. A second hand was slowly kneading my breast, squeezing with a lazy, sleep-heavy rhythm that sent a jolt of panic straight to my heart.I froze, my breath catching as my mind scrambled in the dark. Who would be holding me like this?No one came to mind.Roxy was gone; Marcello had sent her away days ago, stripping me of the only familiar comfort left in this fortress. Talia's phone had been dead since this nightmare started, her silence a constant ache. And even if either of them were here, they'd never hold me like this. Never pin me under the weight of their own