Chapter 6
Lucia
The pulsing ripples of my second climax are still shimmering through me when Dante bands his arms around my sweaty back and lifts me onto his lap. His cock is curved upward and protruding toward his stomach, and his balls rest between his mannish thighs. I’ve always loved football players’ thighs. They’re chunky and durable, capable of withstanding any test.
After parting me with his fingers, he demands my focus by swiping the head of his fat cock over my clit. A low moan escapes me when my body picks up the thin layer of latex. I would have mourned if Dante hadn’t come prepared.
I would never have forgiven myself if I had to stop this now, but I wouldn’t have had a choice.
If I want to escape the circumstances of my past, I can’t repeat the same mistakes.
“Ready,angelo?” Dante asks, eyes fixed on me.
My head bobs, our closeness almost overwhelming. It’s so intimate being this close to him. I see every subtle change in his features as he slowly enters me, the relief that flashes in his eyes when tearing doesn’t interrupt hisentrance.
I sway my hips side to side, trying to adjust to the sudden but much welcomed intrusion. A mix of pleasure and pain spasms in my womb as tingles spread low in my stomach.
It’s painful to be with a man as well-equipped as Dante, but also euphoric because this time, I’m no longer a virgin.
“Don’t rush,” Dante says, clutching my hips when I try to dismount him. “Give your body time to adjust.”
His slightly parted lips catch my moan as he flexes his dick, stretching me without removing his cock.
“That’s it,” he coaches as the rekindling flames licking my insides loosen the frantic clutch on my pussy. “Just like that.”
The rhythm of my hip thrusts is now painless enough to slowly slide me up and down his impressive cock. Our pace isn’t close to making love. I don’t even think you can call it that, but it feels incredible. It reminds me that sometimes pain can also be linked to pleasure.
Without the storm, we’d never see a rainbow.
A moan of relief that I finally get to choose instead of being forced slips from my lips as I wrap my arms around Dante’s neck. His leverage lets him move me easily, and in seconds, the fear of tearing turns into lust, and our rhythm quickens.
“Let me ride you,” I beg, craving a bit of control.
Dante sinks another two inches when he shifts from a praying pose to one that mimics sitting in a chair. After shoving his pants and boxers down to his knees, he leans his back against the only chair in the room and then waves his hand across his body. “Take what you need,angelo.”
I adore his nickname, but it couldn’t be more wrong.
I’m far from saintly.
Some choices were made for me, but others I chose myself.
They ensure I’ll never be mistaken for angelic.
Like now. This is about correcting my wrongs. I’m being selfish, and although I will hate myself for it the moment it ends, emotions are a poison to any goal.
With my arms draped over Dante’s broad shoulders, Irise off his cock until only the tip remains before slowly sinking back down. My legs shake as the thick girth of his cock stretches me, but the lust burning in his eyes as he watches me ride him makes the pain bearable, so I continue.
In minutes, I discover a comfortable speed for both of us, and it surrounds me with euphoria.
I have the control and the power, and Dante doesn’t seem the least bit fazed by it.
The knowledge sees me riding him quickly. While gripping his shoulders, I move my hips with each descent, taking him a little more. He’s so deep it’s almost painful, but I keep going, eager to take everything he’s willing to give.
“Christ,angelo,” Dante grunts, matching my sentiments exactly.
It feels amazing, almost unreal. So addictive that I’ll find it hard not to want another dose as soon as this high ends.
God, I wish I could do that. I’d give anything to feel this level of euphoria again, but it isn’t possible. I have a cargo ship of secrets, and even more shame.