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I fall forward, the paintbrush in my hand leaving a long, wet smear down the left side of the painting. Dante’s sinful mouth never leaves my pussy, and I catch myself with both hands against the wall, my shoulder smacking into the canvas as the overload of pleasure leaves me trembling and boneless.
“Not done yet, princess,” Dante mutters, hauling me back where he wants me.
“I can’t,” I whisper, already wanting it anyway even though I don’t think I can take it.
Dante proves me wrong, and this time, he doesn’t force me to paint for it again.
This time, I’m pretty sure he’s just as gone as I am.
He straight-up growls, eating my pussy like a man possessed until he makes me come for him again. Then he slides out from under me and hauls me up to my knees, pressing up against me from behind, our bodies molded together from shoulders to groin.
“Look at it,” he rasps, the rough denim of his jeans sending shocks of pleasure through me as he rubs up against my ass. He slides his hands up my sides and cups my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers before he pinches them hard enough to light me up again, his breath falling hot and moist against the side of my neck… and smelling likeme. “Look at what we fucking made together.”
I am. I can’t look away. It’s an explosion.
It’s like I painted everything that happened to my emotions today.
“Same, princess,” Dante growls. “I feel the same.”
I’ve honestly got no idea whether I said that shit aloud or if he just already knows me that well. I don’t care, either. Not when I feel him shove his jeans down and rub his cock against my back.
“I need to be inside you,” he says, pulling away for a moment. “Spread your legs.”
I do it, bracing my hands on the wall in front of me on either side of the canvas.
“So soft,” Dante says almost reverently, nudging my wet pussy with the blunt head of his cock as he grips my hip and lines himself up. “Gonna take you hard.”
“Do it,” I pant, greedy for everything he wants to give me.
He groans, then buries himself balls deep with a single, brutal thrust that shoves me forward into the canvas.
I gasp, the wet paint thick and slippery and sensual against my breasts, cold and bracing on my overheated body. The unexpected sensation sends a tingling pleasure through me as he gathers my hair in his fist, wrapping it around and around to anchor himself, and starts fucking me hard. Making me slide against the canvas as he takes me apart like a man possessed.
“Jesus… fuck… princess.” Dante’s breath is choppy and harsh as he pounds into me. “You take me so fucking well. You like this? You like my cock splitting you open?”
“Yes,” I gasp, my fingers scrabbling against the wet canvas and scraping long furrows through the swatches of color there. “I need it.”
“Insatiable,” he mutters, his hips slamming into me like he’s trying to fuck me right through the wall. “You’re perfect.”
Hot, spiraling pleasure tightens in my core, and I squeeze my eyes closed as it starts to build, overcome with sensation. Then Dante’s hand cracks into my ass, and the sharp, bright sting makes my eyes fly back open as I gasp, my whole body clenching around him.
He groans. “Yeah, that’s it.” He spanks me again, and I almost come. “Milk me, princess. You’re so fucking tight. You feel incredible.”
If he spanks me one more time, I know I’m going to come again, but instead he pulls out, so abruptly that I whine, my thighs trembling. Without thinking, I shove my hand between my legs, needing just a little more to tip over into another brain melting orgasm.
“Ohfuckno,” Dante growls, capturing my wrist and tumbling backward with me. “You need something to get you there, it’s gonna be my cock. Ride me.”
He rolls onto his back and manhandles me into position, and when I kneel above him and reach back to guide his shaft to my pussy, his eyes go dark with desire as they rake over my body.
“Gorgeous.” His lips quirk up and he reaches up to trace the smeared paint on my chest. “You’re almost as colorful as I am.”
“Almost,” I pant, arching into his touch as he drags his fingers through the jewel tones already drying on my skin. They’re nothing like his ink, though. He’s got it everywhere, and I still want to explore every tattoo someday. Find out what each intricate piece of art means to him.
But not right now. Right now, I need to be fucked.
“Make me come,” I beg, taking him inside.
Dante grunts with pleasure, his big hands clutching at my waist when my pussy clenches around him. Then he gives me a dirty smile. “I’m just here to paint. You want to come, princess? Make it happen.”
