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“Nghh-“ You cried out softly, hoping your prayers of release would be blessed by the gods, but nothing came. You whined loudly, sliding down on his length again, trying to chase your high.
“Itto! Please.” Words slurred, you looked down to the man under you, earning a toothy grin. His hands gripped at your waist, nails digging roughly into your skin.
“Not yet, sweetheart. I’m not done.” He cooed, massaging the marks that he left minutes prior. You felt like blacking out, so many orgasms in the past hour had you holding onto the sheets as a lifeline. The slow drag of him inside, the pants he let out every few seconds, the way he toyed with your body, moving and controlling it like you were actually his toy.
You keened, “Please, please, please let me cum.” You knew it was futile to ask, let alone beg, but you had felt everything he had done so far. Silently cursing your sensitive nerves and hoping he would take mercy.
“I-tto, I can’t take it-“
“You can and you will.” He caressed your hips, before quickly flipping your positions. You cried out in pleasure as he grinded into your most sensitive areas.
“So pretty.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your cheek. Itto licked his lips and then kissed yours. You reciprocated the action quickly, entangling your hands in his hair, tongues entwining.
You gasped for air when he parted. Itto gave a thrust, testing the waters. You remained pliant and content. So he thrusted again and again, going faster until he was right to the brink.
“Itto..” You called out, cupping his face in your hands. His pace didn’t falter, but he glanced to you, waiting for something more.
“I love you, Itto.” You sighed and he enveloped you in his warmth as he came. Holding your body close to his, “I love you too.” He whispered in your ear. Basking in his high. You caressed his arms as he came back down.
Giving one more hug, Itto gently laid you back down, “So how was it?” He asked.
“It was.. amazing.” You said, smiling up at him, “Though, I don’t think I could cum again if I tried.” You joked, laughing to yourself.
Itto leaned on his hand, “Wanna test that out?” He quirked an eyebrow, staring at you, his intent clear. “No- no no no.” You cut him off, “Nope.”
“If you say so, sweetheart.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around you again. You started to protest, but closed your mouth and enjoyed the moment, falling asleep in his arms.