AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Fuck, Dante, I have to—”
“No.”
The single word is as hard as the thick cock I can see straining to break out of his pants, and it sends white-hot heat rolling through my body.
I’m panting as I ride on a razor’s edge of arousal, teetering at the brink and ready to shamelessly beg for what I need. “Please. Fuck. God.”
“Nah, it’s just me,” he says in a sex-soaked timbre, “but keep begging like that, princess. It’s hot as motherfucking hell. And work that pussy a little harder. I know how you like it.”
I moan, doing what he says. Abandoning my tits so I can be as rough as I need it between my legs. Rubbing my clit hard and fast while I clench around my fingers and wish they were a fucking cock. Letting my head fall back as desperate, obscene sounds tumble out of my mouth and my pussy… oh fuck, my pussy…
“Come,” Dante snaps. “Do it, princess.Now.”
I scream, the orgasm slamming through me on his command and whiting out my vision. It goes on and on and fucking on, the most intense pleasure I’ve had by my own hand in—
Ever.
“Fucking Christ,” Dante says with a groan, dropping his paintbrush to the ground.
He’s across the room in a flash, his pants shoved down and that massive cock of his out and in his hand while the waves of bone-melting pleasure are still rolling through me.
“You’ve got no idea what you do to me,” he mutters, pinning my arms above my head the way he did before as he fits himself between my legs.
Then he drives into me, impaling me on his cock and ripping another scream out of me when it sets off a second shockwave of pleasure.
“That’s it. Fucking scream for me,” he demands, fucking me hard and deep. He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, bending me in half. “Give me everything, princess.”
I cling to him, my body his to control. His to dominate. His to fill up and own completely.
“Yeah. Fuck, yeah,” he grits out, like he’s either read my mind or I’ve got no filter. “That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”
He pounds into me so hard that the couch slams into the wall behind it, and nothing else exists outside the need for more of everything he’s giving me.
“Please, fuck, make me—”
“Do it.” He releases the hold he’s got on my wrists and slips a hand between us, pressing down on my mound so that his next thrust hits my g-spot like a lightning strike. “Come for me again, princess.”
I tumble over the edge, throat raw from the screams of pleasure he loves to pull out of me as I obey him. He follows right after, his hips grinding against me as he fills me with his cum and whispers filthy praise in my ear, fucking us both through to the other side.
Our chests heave together as the intensity finally starts to recede, our bodies locked as close as they can be. I drag my eyes open, getting lost in the vibrant green of his gaze. Neither of us speak, but finally, my heartbeat starts to slow, falling into sync with his.
I wrap my arms around him, not wanting to be anywhere but here, and he pushes the hair off my forehead with an achingly tender look in his eyes, then presses a slow, languid kiss to my mouth. “Heaven.”
I don’t believe in that shit. Not in the traditional sense. But Dante almost makes me feel like it might be real after all, working the same kind of magic on my body, on my heart, as he does with paint on canvas.
“Show me,” I whisper, remembering what he brought me here for. “I want to see what you painted.”
“I already told you,” he says, gathering me close and then, with his cock still buried inside me, rolling to his feet with me in his arms. “I worked out my emotions. Put them where I could see them.”
Before I can reply to that, we’re already there. Standing in front of the easel. Looking at... me. Spread out and wanton on a field of swirling colors, my body looks ethereal and beautiful, and my face—
My heart squeezes.
“That’s not what I look like,” I whisper, emotion clogging my throat as I cling to him.
His hands tighten on my ass, and I can feel his heart kick in his chest, bumping against mine. “Yeah, it is, princess. You’re fucking gorgeous.”
I can’t tear my eyes off it. Most of his paintings are abstract, and I had no idea he could also do this. Something so realistic and yet also somehowmorethan real.
