His fingers decided two could play her game and dove under her shorts into her panties. He growled when he felt the wet.

“Do you want this? Do you want me like this?” He needed the yes. Needed it more than oxygen and water and sunshine. He needed Gloria’s surrender.

“Touch me, Aldo,” she demanded.

He obliged, sliding two fingers through her slit, sinking into her welcoming flesh. He groaned, an unholy sound. Trauma. Violence. Adrenaline. Together they were feeding on it. It couldn’t be healthy. But he couldn’t stop.

"Don’t you fucking stop, Aldo,” she breathed against his neck, using her teeth to drive the message home.

Her fingers tightened on his shaft, skimming over the sensitive head that was already leaking in anticipation of a release so intense it could level him. Not like this. Not like this. He didn’t want it to be like this.

He fucked her with his fingers, wishing it was his tongue, his dick. Wishing he was worshipping her as he’d always planned. Slow and soft and sweet.

She opened her mouth just as he felt her quickening around his fingers, and he clapped a hand over her lips to keep her silent. She rocked her hips against him, eagerly riding his hand. Her eyes wide.

Fuck yes. It was so wrong, what he was doing. But he couldn’t fucking stop. She was a drug, and he was a junkie. She tightened her grip on him, and he felt the electricity in his balls shoot up the base of his spine. He dragged her underwear to the side and lined himself up with that beautiful slit.

In the dark, in the shadows, Aldo dragged the crown of his cock over Gloria’s sweet clit. She bit his palm as those inner walls clamped down on his fingers, exploding around him. He pinned her to the wall with his body and fucked her hand, her slit, coming with her. A saw-toothed release that carved him out with each tremor, each jagged explosion.

They stared into each other’s souls, hearts slamming together, bodies trembling, pleasure so bright it burned fire through their veins.

54

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Gloria couldn’t quite hear him over the persistent buzzing in her ears. Was that a normal side effect of a mega orgasm? She had nothing to compare it to but was willing to throw herself into extensive research of the effect. Her body was molten liquid held together by nothing but Aldo’s arms of steel.

“Wow. Wow.”

“What?” Aldo was peering into her face. “Glo? Are you okay?”

She laughed, a breathy, desperate sound. “Okay? Okay is not the word I would use. Miraculous. Mind-exploding. Life-changing. Stunning. Holy. Fucking. Amazing.” She could feel herself glowing, lit from the pleasure that Aldo Moretta had delivered. “This is the best night of my life.”

“Are you insane? Have you completely lost your mind? You almost died!”