He yanked her pants down and rumbled in satisfaction. “I love your ass.”

She could only grin because…such a guy.

There was the sound of his sweatpants being untied. The crinkling of a condom wrapper. Then he pressed against her entrance and made an appreciative purr.

She was really, really wet.

“Now,” she ordered.

“Oh, it’ll be now, city girl.” His thrust inside her was long and hard.

The full, slick sensation sent pleasure rippling along every nerve pathway in her body. “Cazzo!” She extended her arms and gripped the sides of the tabletop.

“I know that much Italian.” He chuckled and squeezed her hips. “In fact, I intend to cazzo you very, very thoroughly.”

“Try this one. Di più.” She pushed her butt up to get him to move.

“Oh, not just yet, sweetheart.”

With a powerful hand, he gripped her right hip, holding her still. Reaching around with his left, he slickened a finger between her folds, then with unerring precision, he stroked her clit.

A glorious wave of heat swept over her, and she shuddered at the exquisite sensation of being held in place and forced to take the pleasure he was dealing out. “Di più, Bull, please,” she gasped.

“Not yet. I want you higher.” His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “When you come this time, my pretty screamer, you do it without making a sound. Understand?”

The edge of command in his voice shook her, but she nodded. No screaming in the park. But, but, but…

His finger continued the slow circling of her increasingly engorged nub, even as his shaft filled her to overflowing. As everything inside her tightened, as the sensations became overwhelming, she started to tremble.

A scream threatened, and he covered her mouth, even as his finger pressed harder on her clit. The controlling hand on her mouth and the way he had her pinned to the table with his weight somehow increased every sensation, tipping her over the precipice. A fireball of pleasure erupted and roared through her so hard that the world went white around her.

“Very nice,” he rumbled in her ear, moving his hand from her mouth.

Panting, she rode the last waves of sensation—and then he gripped her hips with both hands and began to thrust, hard and fast and deep. Plunging in, pulling out, his hold on her unbreakable, unyielding.

She could only grip the edges of the tabletop and hold on as another orgasm rolled over her, flattening her with mind-shattering pleasure. It lasted and lasted as he worked her with a glorious hammering.

By the time he lifted her hips for an even deeper penetration as he came inside her, she was a limp, sated body.