Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
I guide the tip of his erection to my entrance and swing my free arm around his neck for stability. He squeezes my ass tightly, spreading my cheeks and, in turn, parting my lips just enough for his head to find easier access. And it does, gliding into my slick wetness without any resistance.
“Ah fuck,” he roars, almost losing balance at the sudden sensation.
Unlike Dante, I can’t make a sound. My hand goes limp, unable to guide him in deeper. The sudden, overwhelming pleasure and sensation of being filled to the brim by only his tip has left me dazed. Desperate for more but terrified at the implications of what it’s going to do to me.
Physically broken in and mentally overwhelmed. All I want is him. This feeling. The look on his face and the intensity of the happiness pumping from my chest.
Dante stabilizes himself, but in doing so, his hips plunge his girth deeper into me. I can’t stop myself from squealing this time. A high-pitched noise that embodies the pure joy of feeling his pleasure.
“I was gonna carry you to bed first, y’know?” Dante says, walking blindly until my back smashes against his living room wall. The sudden stop sends the rest of his length plunging the depths of my pussy.
His mouth immediately finds my neck, and he peppers it with frantic nibbles and kisses. It starts as a tickle against my skin, but every action starts to intensify the pleasure between my legs until I can’t think straight.
I couldn’t wait anymore. That’s what I want to answer, but my brain and body won’t allow it. No distractions, not anymore. All I want now is Dante Vitorri and everything he’s going to do to me.
“Good girl,” Dante whispers in my ear. “Let it consume you.”
His words knock the wind out of me.
He pulls his hips back before thrusting his full length back into me. His hot breath tickles my earlobe as he does it again.
“Your pussy is mine.” Another full, slow thrust follows.
Dante’s tongue runs along my earlobe, down my collarbone, and finally to my chest.
“These tits, also mine.”
He starts increasing his rhythm. With my back pinned to the wall, he has full control of me. I couldn’t move if I wanted to, but Lord knows I don’t want to go anywhere.
“And you better know, I’m not fucking sharing.”
With one long run of his tongue, from the pointy tip of my nipple back to my mouth, Dante locks me in another kiss. He doesn’t break it again while he slams his cock into me with hastening speed and ferocity.
All I can hear is meat slapping together and feverish moans. We’re incapable of speech. Hell, even thinking is becoming a task too hard to manage while I do as I’m told, like a good girl. Let the sensation of his cock consume me, fill me with glee and satisfaction, while he crumbles to his own desires.
It drives me crazy. Heat flashes across my skin, and my pussy aches as I cry out one last time. Dante grins against my moan, keeping me pinned in place as an orgasm tears its way from my core.
“I can feel you coming on my cock.” Dante breaks away from our kiss, and a look of pure anguish splashes across his rugged features. “So fucking wet. So fucking tight.”
His pacing intensifies, and his grip starts to loosen. I slide down the wall, only for one of his thrusts to push me back up. He can’t draw a single decent breath, and his body starts to rattle and shake.
“Are you going to come for me?” I somehow manage to say a full sentence without choking. “Fill my womb with your seed as promised?”
My words tilt him over the edge.
He roars, tightening his grip on my ass, while he plunges long, hard thrusts into me until it happens. He erupts inside my walls like a fountain, releasing every drop he has. His mighty war cry comes to an abrupt end as he tumbles backward with me in tow.
He falls to the ground, throwing his arms around my body to shield me from the impact. And we laugh at the silliness of it all while his cock still throbs inside me.
We’re sprawled on the floor, with my head resting on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat. It’s unsteady and frantic, just like my own. I look deep into his eyes and see a softness I didn’t know this man was capable of.
And it breaks my heart into a thousand tiny pieces.
Because we’ve had our fun, but I’ll never know if this is genuine. I’ve held off those thoughts for so long, fought them away when they crept up at various times throughout the day. But I can’t now. Not when I feel myself falling deeper into whatever this deluded fantasy is.