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Hedevoursme. His tongue slides from my entrance to my clit, flat against it as he licks and swirls, his lips sucking lightly at my folds as he does. And all the while, his thumb presses against my ass, increasing the pressure until I’m not sure if he’s going to try to push it inside or not. I’m past caring. The pleasure is incredible, and I’ll let him do anything he wants.
I’d let him fuck me there, if he really wanted to.
Heat spreads through me, down my legs, winding around my muscles, the release that I so desperately need closer and closer. Dante is still gripping my ass firmly, holding me there, his tongue lapping at my clit in the perfect rhythm. I can’t imagine how hard he must be, how badly he must want to fuck me, but he keeps going, drawing out the pleasure until I feel as if I’m going to go insane from how good it feels, how much I need to come.
And then his tongue curls around my clit in exactly the way I need, his lips sucking at my swollen, sensitive flesh, and I feel my knees buckle as I start to come.
I cry out, the moan turning into something that sounds like his name, and I feel one of his hands tighten against my ass, bracing me against the counter. As he does, as the climax tears through me and makes me shudder and buck against him, his thumb pushes inside of me, his tongue still fluttering against my clit.
It feels as if a second orgasm hits me, right on top of the first. The sudden pressure of the finger sliding into my ass burns, hurts a little—but it only adds to the pleasure. A shriek tears from my lips—one that I’m sure my neighbors will hear, but at the moment, I don’t care. In that moment, all I can think of is how good it feels, as I come hard on his tongue and buck against his mouth and hand.
Dante groans, the sound vibrating against my skin, but he doesn’t stop until I’m limp and shuddering against the counter, breathing hard. Slowly, he stands up, and I hear the ripping sound of foil as he opens a condom and slides it down his length.
“Feel how fucking hard I am for you, little bird,” he murmurs, and then I feel his swollen tip press against my slick entrance, and I moan for him again.
Heishard. Hard as iron, thick and long, sliding into me in what feels like a never-ending thrust of hot, swollen flesh that fills me until my knuckles are white from gripping the edge of the counter, and I’m bucking back against him, desperate for all of his cock. His hands are on my hips, steadying me as he starts to thrust, his groans of pleasure filling the air around us as he fucks me.
I don’t want him to stop.I don’t want him toeverstop.
The thought jolts its way down my spine, making me gasp. That thought is one that can only hurt me. Because in the end, this can’t last.
“Emma.” Dante gasps my name, his hand sliding up my back as he thrusts into me again. “God, you feel so fucking good—”
“So do you,” I whisper, arching back against him, feeling the pleasure sliding through my veins like syrup. Pushing me towards another climax. He made me come four—maybe five times, the last time he fucked me. I want more. I want everything he has to give me.
Dante pushes my hair away from my neck, leaning over me. His hard chest brushes against my back, his lips grazing against my neck, my throat, and I arch more deeply into him, craving the brush of his skin, the heat of his body. He grinds his hips against me, holding himself there tightly, as deep as he can go.
And then, unexpectedly, he slides out of me.
“What—” I gasp, feeling suddenly hollow as he slips out. “Dante—”
“Come here, little bird.” He spins me around, picking me up. My legs go around his waist automatically, his hard cock trapped between us, the condom slick with my arousal. I feel dizzy with need, my pussy clenching around nothing, aching for his absent cock. I’m not entirely sure what he’s doing until I realize he’s carrying me down the hall, towards the bedroom.
Towards my bed.
“Dante—”
“I want to see your face.” He spills me back onto the bed, his own face taut with a hungry, desperate need, his hand instantly gripping his cock to guide it back between my thighs. “I want to see your face when you come again for me. I want to watch you while I fuck you—fuck!”
He growls the last word as he slams his cock into me, hard, sinking to the hilt as my back bows, and I claw at the blankets to avoid grabbing onto him. I haven’t forgotten that he’s bruised, injured, and it’s even more apparent with him above me, his battered body in full view. It makes him look like some kind of avenging god, and I feel myself tighten on his cock, somehow more aroused by the sight of him fucking me through the pain. Wanting me so much that it doesn’t matter what happened to him two nights ago.
I said I wasn’t going to do this in my home. In my bed. Dante doesn’t know he’s the only man who’s ever fucked me here. The only one I’ve ever let into my private sanctuary, the place where all of my best memories are. He slides into me, another long, hot thrust that leaves me crying out his name, and I know exactly why I should have stuck to my ultimatum for myself.
I won’t be able to forget this, ever. I’ll lie in bed and remember the way he looked down at me while he sank into me, his hands on my body, touching me, pleasing me, his eyes so dark with lust they’re nearly black as he holds my gaze. He drives me over the edge again, his cock touching me in places I never knew would feel so good, and I feel the blankets snag under my nails as I throw my head back in a keening wail of pleasure.
All my neighbors are going to know I had someone over. My face flushes at the thought, but not enough to stop. Not enough to tell Dante we’re done.
I want him to keep going.
“Emma—” My name is ragged on his lips, his breath coming in short, hard gasps. “Fuck—I don’t want to come yet—” His hips jerk against me, the words an echo of what I was just thinking, and I can see the desperation in his face. The need to keep going, to not let the moment end—and the need to feel that relief, to come for me the way he’s made me come over and over again for him.
I reach up, dragging his swollen mouth to mine, knowing he’s not going to care if the kiss hurts. He might like it more if it does.
Besides, this—whatever is happening between us, was always going to hurt in the end. The blood I taste on my tongue when he kisses me is just another reminder of that.
Dante’s hips buck, his cock sinking into me once more, and then he groans against my mouth. I hear my name in the moan, feel his hips press into mine as he throbs inside of me, coming hard. Once again, I find myself wishing there was nothing between us but bare skin, that I could feel the hot rush of him filling me up, and I know just how dangerous of an edge I’m dancing on with him.
This man makes me want to throw all my common sense away with both hands. But that’s not the kind of life I’ve ever lived before, and I shouldn’t start now.
