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Aurora reached to rub his cock through his pants, but Dante gently pushed her hands away. “There will be time for that in a moment,” he told her.
He spun her around and began to undo the long row of tiny buttons on the back of her gown. It was hard to be patient, and Aurora would have preferred he just rip it off her, but he appeared to be in no rush.
Once the back of the dress was undone, he slipped the straps from her shoulders and she gasped as the dress fell to the ground at her feet in a heap. Helping her step out of the pile of tulle and lace, Dante was silent as he appraised her.
She had chosen a delicate white lace set of panties and a matching bra, and by the look on his face and the low growl he emitted, he clearly approved. He circled around her slowly like a wild animal cornering its prey before reaching to undo the clasp on her bra, pushing the straps down her shoulders and letting it fall away, too.
Then he led her by the hand to their bed, where he sat down. Hooking his fingers in the sides of her panties, he slowly dragged them down inch by inch, stopping when her shaved mound came into view and leaning to plant a soft kiss there. He pulled them the rest of the way down and helped her step out of them, leaving her bare.
Dante was slow and meticulous with each move, and Aurora waited with bated breath for him to pounce and ravage her like she was certain they both wanted.
She didn’t just want it, actually. At this point, she needed it.
Leading her around to the side of the bed, he helped her climb up and get comfortable.
He had still barely said anything to her since they’d entered the room, she realized.
As Aurora lay on her back looking up at Dante, and he began to position his body atop hers, she felt what she realized was a tiny twinge of disappointment. After the ferocity of the bottom fucking she’d taken so recently, she’d been expecting a little bit more than the missionary position for her pussy’s first introduction to his cock.
Letting that twinge of disappointment blossom into a bit of poutiness, she said, “I’m not a blushing virgin, you know. Even aside from your cock in my ass the other day.”
“You may not be a virgin, little bride. But you’ll be blushing plenty in a moment.”
Then her hands were being lifted over her head and held in place with one of his. Even this, though, was done so softly it made her a little poutier. His grip was loose, gentle even. Not at all like he was pinning her in place for a fucking. This was an experienced man guiding his demure little bride, showing her where her hands should go while her new husband consummated his claim to her. There was no expectation that he would need to hold her in place. She might buck and writhe beneath him, but his gentle grip said she was too obedient—or too nervous at the thought of his belt across her bare ass—to even consider trying to struggle free.
She almost said something really sassy, but—and this made her cheeks blush and her pussy clench both at once—she was nervous at the thought of his belt scalding her bare bottom again.
Lowering himself on top of her, he kissed her lips gently, and her nipples even more gently. Then, with no further foreplay, he was guiding his rigid cock into her slick channel.
He started the fucking as slowly and gently as he’d taken hold of her hands, and for a moment she felt her poutiness growing. With each passing second, though, the thrusts grew deeper and harder and faster. Then he was kissing her again as he continued his now rapid rhythm. He claimed her mouth deeply once more, and she realized in that moment that she’d been kissed before, and she’d been fucked before, but she’d never had both done at once, especially in the possessive way he was doing those things now.
It was as if the pleasure of both sensations didn’t just combine, they multiplied, building quickly to an intensity far more than either of them ever could have reached on their own.
She was getting close now, she could feel it.
But he just kept her mouth claimed with his, and then suddenly it happened. She was coming. She was coming with her mouth still locked with his.
She began to struggle then, and his hands—which had been gripping her wrists so gently—were now holding her tightly. Her body, which had lain beneath him compliant until now, began to buck and writhe. Gone was all pretense that this was going to be anything like any lovemaking she’d experienced before. He kiss-fucked her right through the orgasm, giving her neither a moment’s respite nor even much chance to breathe.
Finally, when his lips pulled free of hers, it was only to lean down and growl into her ear. “You may not be a virgin, but I doubt you’ve ever been fucked.”
Then, the barely noticeable pause was over, and her arms were pinned over her head as he began to show her exactly what he meant by that. His whole body flexed with each thrust, his hips, his shoulders, his back, his abs, and his thighs each played their role as he drove himself in deeper and more ferociously than anything she’d experienced before.
Another wave of pleasure enveloped her, and this time he sucked a nipple as it began and bit down as her climax peaked. Her other nipple was sucked and bitten in tandem with her third orgasm, and it was then that Aurora suddenly started to understand how much trouble she was in.
She’d meant to provoke him with her little comment about not being a virgin, but she hadn’t meant to provoke him this much. Now she was beginning to realize just how desperately hard he was going to make her come.
Pushing himself up onto his elbow for a moment, he freed her hands long enough to reach down and lift her legs, pulling her spread knees all the way back to the sides of her breasts. Then he bent down to resume kissing her.
As his tongue plundered her mouth, his left hand pinned her arms over her head again, but this time his right hand snaked underneath her to tease her still sore bottom hole with a fingertip.
Gentle Dante was gone, and she was so utterly helpless in this position. More terrifying still, with her legs lifted and spread this way his cock was able to penetrate much deeper. The first thrust was painful, and each one after that hurt more, but her pussy clenched and spasmed around him anyway as she approached what she knew would be a brutal climax.
He bit her earlobe hard, his growl much fiercer than before. “This is what it means to be fucked, little bride. Now come for me.”
Aurora obeyed. Or rather, Aurora’s body obeyed. She had no role in the decision.
But this climax didn’t peak, it plateaued, and he held her there, rutting her with wild fury.
