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The pleasure intensifies as his finger moves to tease my clit.

But the pain, or rather the anticipation of pain, sets in when his cock presses more firmly against the tight ring of my anus.

Yet to my surprise, the pressure feels good.

Naughty.

But when he presses closer, I gasp. Don’t I need lube for this?

“Dante, what⁠—”

“Silence!” he roars, moving his dick to my wet pussy.

He positions himself at my entrance, and almost as if he’s teasing, he moves his cock a fraction in, then a fraction out of my dripping wet pussy.

He KNOWS I want it. And this teasing is about to make me burst.

“Now, Dante,” I urge, even though he just warned me to be silent. I can’t take it anymore.

The sight of his beautiful face and body behind me, that cock poised at my entrance.

Dante pushes deeper, and I buck myself against him to get more inside me.

“Faster!” I yell, realizing I’ve violated his silence rule again. Doesn’t he know that once a man starts with a woman, he must finish?

“More!”

“What?” Dante meets my eyes in the mirror. “My little hussy wants more?”

“Yes. Yes… please,” I say, reeling a moment later as he rams into me in one go. “Like that,” I pant as I recover.

In moments he works up a rhythm, the sound of his balls slapping against my skin echoing in the room.

“Dante, I’m going to come,” I stutter. Seeing him pound into me in the mirror only fuels my lust.

“Silence,” he says again, slapping my ass.

It’s a sharp, stinging blow. Not a playful tap. But to my surprise, my body interprets its force and power as part of the whole dark sexy thing that is Dante.

I fight to keep from orgasming on the spot. I want to keep this tantalizing pressure growing.

Dante pulls the hair back from my face and slips his tongue into my ear.

The combination of his cock slamming into me and the wet sensations of his mouth nibbling and swirling around my ear drives me crazy.

And with that, pleasure rips through me.

In response, Dante increases the speed of his thrusts until he reaches his climax. His seed shoots into my body in a series of warm pulses as he grasps my hips.

After, we stay like that for a moment, panting and exhausted. Then Dante picks me up and carries me to my bed.

Will he get in beside me, or will I have only Biscotti for company?

My body stiffens as I await the answer. Then the covers pull back on his side, and his warm arms gather me to him as we drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER 22

DANTE