Hidden Desires

Part IV: Climax

The dimly lit bedroom was a symphony of their ragged breaths and the distant throb of a party's bassline. The air was thick with the scent of their lovemaking, a heady mix of sweat, sex, and the faint remnants of Grace's perfume. The room was a kaleidoscope of shadows, the only light filtering in from the hallway, casting long, dancing silhouettes on the walls.

Levi, still buried deep inside Grace, pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her like a vice. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in sync.

Grace's nails raked down Levi's chest, leaving red welts in their wake. He growled, a primal sound that sent a shiver down her spine and flipped them over so he was on top.

"Fuck, Grace," he groaned, his hips snapping forward, burying himself deep inside her. "You're so fucking tight. I can't get enough of you."

She moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back. "Take me, Levi," she panted, her eyes locked onto his.

"Fuck me hard. I want to feel you tomorrow."

Her words snapped something inside him, and he began to pound into her, his hips slamming against hers with each thrust. She gasped, her nails digging into his back, urging him on.

"Like that, you dirty girl," he growled, his voice laced with desire. "You want me to fuck you hard, don't you?"

"Yes!" she cried out, her head thrashing from side to side. "Harder, Levi.

Fuck me harder," Grace rasped, her voice ragged with desire. He complied, his hips slamming into hers with brutal force. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, accompanied by their ragged breaths and the wet, squelching noises of Grace's pussy devouring his cock.

"Fuck, you're so wet, Grace," he grunted, his fingers digging into her hips, leaving bruises he knew she'd love.

"Your pussy's fucking dripping all over my cock."

She moaned, her head falling back, exposing the long, delicate line of her neck. "Yes, Levi," she gasped. "I'm so turned on. I can't help it. You make me feel so fucking good."

He growled, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her neck, marking her. She cried out, her pussy clenching around him, and he knew she loved it. He sucked and bit at her neck, leaving a trail of red welts and bruises, claiming her as his.

Grace whimpered, her nipples hardening even more, her pussy clenching around his cock as if trying to pull him deeper inside her.

"Fuck, Grace," he muttered, his voice rough with desire. "You're so fucking responsive. I love it."

She could only moan in response, her body writhing beneath him, seeking more friction, more pleasure. He chuckled, a dark, sexy sound that sent shivers down her spine, and reached between them, his fingers finding her clit with ease.

She gasped, her hips jerking at the sudden contact.

"Oh, fuck, Levi," she moaned, her body arching into his touch. His fingers worked her clit with expert precision, circling the sensitive bud, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive her wild.

"Yeah, that's it, Grace," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Come on my fingers. I want to feel that tight little pussy convulse around me."

She could feel the pressure building inside her, her body tensing in anticipation. His fingers worked her clit, his pace picking up, matching the rhythm of his hips as he continued to pound into her.

Grace's moans filled the room, her body writhing beneath him, her nails digging into his back, urging him on, silently begging for more.

"Fuck, Grace," he groaned, his breath hot against her ear.