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I already know I’m going to be left with bruises on my hips, but I don’t care. In fact, I’m turned on by it. It’s like a wedding ring. A mark left behind.
“You like this, Bambola? You like being fucked like you’re my dirty little whore?”
“Yes!” I cry out.
“Do you want me to come inside this tight cunt?”
“Yes!”
I push back against him as his hand trails across my skin, over my ass. My body clenches, and a forbidden zing runs through me as he presses his finger against my back door.
“One day, Bambola. I’ll take you here,” he says as he massages the ring of muscles.
I shudder with pleasure at the thought of him breaching my ass.
Then he runs his hand up my back, pressing me into the carpet by my neck. He fucks me like an animal, towering over me and giving me punishing thrusts.
“Oh, God,” I moan.
“God can’t save you, Bambola.” He grunts. “He’s the one who made you for me. He made you with three perfect holes for me to fuck and a place where I can fill you with my cum.”
Those words push me over the edge, and I’m falling. Screaming as I come.
“That’s it, wife. Come all over your husband's cock like the good little slut you are,” he growls.
He doesn’t stop fucking me. He rides me as I ride my orgasm right through, another building in its wake.
“Dante,” I whimper.
“You’re going to come again, Serenity.”
“I can’t!” I cry out, knuckles white as my fingers dig into the carpet. The pleasure. It’s too much.
“You can and you will. You want to know why?”
I nod my head.
“Because I fucking want you to. Because I won’t stop until I have you coming around my cock again. Because your pussy won’t be able to help herself.”
Dante reaches between my thighs and starts rubbing my clit.
“Fuck!” I cry, and I do feel myself coming closer to another orgasm.
Dante takes his hand off my neck and grips my hair, pulling me up.
“You feel so good, Bambola. The way you’re gripping my cock, I’m ready to blow my load,” he whispers as his balls slap against my clit.
I’m being bombarded with sensations, and with a pinch of my clit I come again. But this time, Dante comes with me. Grunting as he comes, filling me with his cum.
My whole body is shaking as I come down from the high. Dante pulls me close, and we lay on our sides, catching our breath.
I feel liquid run down my thigh and say, “You know, we should probably get up and clean this mess. Your men might think someone got killed here.”
Dante chuckles, the vibrations touching me deep inside.
“It’s okay,” he says, kissing my cheek. “Let me take care of it.”
I stare at the presents as he runs his hand up and down my body. My eye locks onto a small rectangular box wrapped in blue. I reach out and grab it. As I shift, Dante’s cock twitches inside me, and we both moan.
