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Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 539

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Chapter 539 You Have Spoiled Me For Any Other She-wolf
You Have Spoiled Me For Any Other She-wolf

*Selena*

He moved one of my legs over his shoulder, and his warm lips pressed against my wet area. His kisses ignited a shiver through me, intensifying the dampness between my thighs. Sensations of moisture trickling down my skin heightened as he continued his actions.

His tongue traced a long path, and as he glanced upwards, his gaze locked onto mine. The sight of him on his knees, pleasuring me, added to the heat of the moment. Gradually, he enclosed my clit between his lips, sucking with fervor that caused my eyes to shut involuntarily, overwhelmed by pleasure.

My legs wavered, and I clung to his shoulder for support.

"Open your eyes, baby," he growled, making me submit to his desire. My eyelids lifted, finding him pleasuring me as if it was his utmost duty.

His half-lidded eyes burned with desire, his lips glistening with my arousal. Nuzzling into my wetness, he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of my desire. His tongue resumed its exploration, diligently licking every inch of me.

Sucking on my intimate folds, his actions provoked me to writhe and toss my head in ecstasy. "Keep your gaze on me, Selena, as I eat your pussy," he demanded. The sound of my name in his commanding tone had a captivating and different allure.

His words pushed me to the brink. My breaths grew heavy, my stomach coiling with anticipation. He focused on my folds while simultaneously inserting a finger into me, skillfully manipulating my innermost core. The sensation was intense; his finger was thick, stretching my tight opening. The initial discomfort morphed into a potent pleasure that enveloped my entire being.

He introduced another figure into my aching vagina, causing a breath to escape my lips in a surprised gasp. The sensation was overwhelming as if every inch of me was already perfectly satisfied and without an inch to spare. With deliberate intent, he tilted his head upward to meet my gaze.

"Now, I'll be adding yet another finger," he announced, his voice a blend of assertion and request. His eyes held mine, demanding an unbroken connection as he continued, "Keep your focus on me as I fuck you with my fingers."

His words sent a shiver through me, a mix of anticipation and trepidation. It seemed nearly implausible, as I was already stretched by the presence of his two robust fingers. I yearned to ask him a question, to inquire about the feasibility of this endeavor, but time slipped away as his intention came to fruition. Another digit was introduced within me, accompanied by a momentary pang of discomfort. However, he skillfully manipulated his fingers, orchestrating a dance that transformed the initial discomfort into a crescendo of pleasure.

My voice caught in my throat, the words I sought to utter dissolved into a soft moan as he buried his face against my most intimate place. His fervent attention to my clit was a surge of sensation that built rapidly. He sucked hard, and I shattered within his embrace. Ecstasy cascaded through me as I exploded, my cum spilling onto his waiting mouth. His ministrations persisted, his fingerwork unwavering and moving into me fiercely until the tide of my climax began to ebb.

As a semblance of serenity settled over me, he extracted his fingers with a gentle precision. At that moment, I lay saturated with a profound sense of contentment. I was happy and content to have him for myself.

He was mine!

Mine!

As my eyelids lifted, the sight that met me was him hurriedly undoing his belt, a palpable impatience in his actions. His eyes had taken on a shade of red akin to the fiery intensity reflected in Lyon's countenance, mirrored on Zander's face. A surge of nervousness entwined with exhilaration knotted within me; I could hardly wait to feel him within me.

Nervously, I swallowed, my apprehension and eagerness tangling together, creating a whirlwind within me. The anticipation was electric, a heady mix of emotions that surged through me as I gazed at him.

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