“Dante…” I shout his name on repeat as wave after wave crashes through my womb.
My climax is long and blissfully strong.
All the negativity I couldn’t let go of the past week vanishes as Dante brings me back from the clouds with perfectly placed licks and an endless stream of compliments.
God, a girl could get used to this hype.
I’m exhausted by the time I’ve finished riding the thrilling wave, but Dante isn’t close to being done with me yet. As he marks my neck with a love bite, he opens me with his fingers, then buries his cock in deep.
I still as pain shoots through my pussy.
He’s so thick, long, and unbelievably divine.
“That’s it. Accept me inside,” Dante murmurs when I swivel my hips, fighting to push the pain to pleasure.
When he slips his hand between our bodies and rolls my clit between his thumb and index finger, the pain slowly subsides. I love how full I feel, but pleasure will also triumph pain for me.
I’ve been hurt enough.
“Tell me when you’re ready for me to move?—”
“Now,” I interrupt, breathless. “I’m ready now.”
Dante’s soundless chuckles fan my neck with his hot breaths. Before I can panic that I’m making a fool out of myself, he slowly withdraws.
The walls of my vagina suck at him, begging him to stay. It hurts being taken by a man as well-endowed as him, but I much prefer it over the hollow emptiness I feel when he pulls out to the tip.
We grunt in sync when Dante rams back in. He stuffs his cock until it bottoms out at my uterus, and his balls slap my ass.
The spasms it instigates spark signs of a new orgasm forming low in my core. They’re strong and tingling and have me to the point of begging.
“God. More.Please.”
Dante grips my ass firmly enough to mark as he pounds into me on repeat. We fuck like wild animals, uncaring of who may hear us. It’s a dirty, naughty encounter, but ten times better than anything I could have ever imagined.
Within minutes, more than a fine layer of sweat dusts my skin.
I come with a moan, Dante’s name shooting from my throat.
“Yes,angelo,” he grunts, screwing me senseless.
Over and over again, he bounces me on and off his cock. He fucks me possessively, stealing every breathless moan he works hard to achieve. Inevitably, the throbbing of the veins feeding his magnificent manhood reveals he’s seconds from free-falling.
This was never going to be long and loving.
They don’t call it fast and dirty for no reason.
As I coerce him over the ledge, Dante pistons his hips. He thrusts and thrusts and thrusts until my name leaves his mouth in a mangled roar.
I fall into orgasmic bliss with him, the spurts of his hot cum too overwhelming for me to act nonchalant.
It takes several long seconds for the throbs of our releases to subside, and even then, Dante is still hard as steel.
“Christ,angelo,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the sensitive skin on my neck. “It just gets better and better.”
He slowly withdraws before placing me back on my feet. My smile is lazy when he cleans up some of the mess between my legs with a handful of tissues he tugs out of a box on a dancer’s makeup cubicle.
My panties have only just snapped back into place when a shout cuts through the lusty haze swamping us.