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“Oh, Rosa, you are so tight, so innocent. We’re going to have to work on that ass before I can claim it as mine.” He slaps my pussy and I jump, but with Dante’s massive body pinning me to the couch, I don’t move an inch. “I guess we’ll just have to do it the old fashion way.” He sits up and jerks his boxers off, freeing his enormous cock.
My core throbs just from the sight of it. I’d only just recovered from our first time on the washing machine; I’d been sore for days. But my stupid lusty pussy doesn’t seem to remember any of that right now.
I reach for his hard length, but he bats my hand away and curls his arm around my waist then flips me over. I’m on my stomach facing my cute little Christmas tree.
“I told you I wanted to fuck you in front of that scraggly thing.” A sharp sting lances across my ass as the smack rings out over my thundering heart. “Lift that ass for me, sweetheart.” He presses a gentle kiss to my burning butt cheek.
A dangerous mix of fear and excitement fills my chest as Dante positions himself over me. He’s so damned big I’m scared he’ll smother me. He wraps his arm around my middle and cups my pussy. “Mmm, still drenched for me, just like a good girl.” He toys with my clit, and I’m already rubbing up against him like a dog in heat. Then his thick head slides through my ass cheeks, and I freeze. The man is an animal, there is no way I can handle his dick.
He folds over me, his big chest blanketing my entire body. “Relax, Rosa, I’m only going to take your pussy tonight.” His warm breath sends a chill down my spine.
I release a breath, and he thrusts into me so ferociously I hurl forward. If it wasn’t for his hand between my legs, I would’ve flown right off the couch. Instead, he holds me steady as he pounds into me from behind, his cock spreading my folds until all I can feel is him.
His finger rounding my clit, his cock grinding into my sweet spot, his balls slapping my ass with each thrust, his chest heaving above me, his warm breath spilling over the back of my neck….
Dante. Dante. Dante.
He’s everywhere.
And gawd, I can’t get enough.
“Don’t stop,” I pant as he picks up his tempo, his hips rocking harder and faster in time with that finger on my clit.
His free hand finds my breast, kneading and pinching the sensitive flesh. His fingers clamp around my nipple and squeeze. I let out a sharp cry, and he only thrusts harder.
Warm heat bathes my back, and I’m vaguely aware of his tongue licking up my spine. A tornado of sensation consumes me, the pleasure, the torturous ache, it’s almost too much. His mouth reaches my shoulder and teeth clamp down on my flesh.
“Ow!” I squeal. “Did you just bite me?”
His tongue moves over the sharp sting, and my back arches in delight.
“Mine,” he growls. “All of you. Do you understand?” He fists my hair, yanking my head back so my eyes meet his. “You. Are. Mine.”
“I’m yours, Dante,” I groan as he rails into me again and again. I can barely hold on, my knees wobbling from the fiery heat racing through every inch.
I’m so close. Another second, and I’m going to unravel all over him.
“I’m going to fill you with my cum, sweetheart. I want to see my seed spilling down your thighs. And one day, I’m going to put a baby in that belly.”
All the air catches in my lungs.
I freeze.
And so does he.
The tune of our thundering hearts and ragged breaths fills the heavy moment of silence. He’s still inside me, still stretching and filling me to the hilt, but he doesn’t move.
I try to think, try to rationalize the words that clearly just burst from his mouth without his control. But I can’t. The idea of a future with Dante Valentino is too terrifying. And yet, the idea of none is worse. Add a baby into the mix and it’s completely unfathomable.
An endless moment later, I reach between my legs and cup his hand over my pussy. Weaving my fingers through his, I urge him on, rocking against his palm and rubbing my ass against his hips. “It’s okay,” I whisper.
He slowly pulls out, and for an instant, I’m scared he’ll bolt again. But once he’s unsheathed to the tip, he plunges inside me once again with renewed ferocity. In and in and in until I can’t tell where he ends, and I begin.
I choose to focus on that and not on what he said a few seconds ago because I’m not sure either of us is ready to face that slip of the tongue.
“Mine,” he growls again, more beast than man.
I give myself to him completely in that moment, allow myself to be utterly enraptured by this slightly unhinged mob boss. I release every restraint, every fear, every insecurity and allow him to claim me body and soul.
