“No.” Dante shifts my left leg until it rests against his chest and hangs over his shoulder. When I groan, faking disappointment, he smirks. “If you need something from me, Lucia, you’ll need to use your words.”
“I don’t need anything.”
My words quiver at the end of my sentence when he reaches between my legs to toy with my clit. He’s barely touching me, mindful I’m close to erupting again, but the swirls combined with the thrusts of his big cock are catastrophic to my head.
I’m almost willing to say anything to come again.
“Please…” I stop, refusing to cave. I’m stronger than this.
He tweaks my clit until it aches for release along with the rest of my body. “Please?”
He tortures me by pushing in until I’m almost at the base of his shaft, then pulls out completely.
He repeats this until I’m close to losing my mind.
“Dante…”
“Yes, Lucia?” His voice announces he’s being held hostage by his libido in the same way I am. This is hard for him, too. “What do you need?”
“You,” I blurt out before I can restrain myself.
Incapable of not pulling back on the reins, I quickly add, “To fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”
“That’s it? That’s all you need from me?”
“Yes.”
Tingles spread from the roots of my hair to my toes when he murmurs, “Liar.”
Suddenly, he bands his arm around my waist and pulls me up until we’re chest to chest. It’s almost too intimate being this close to him. Too overwhelming. But I can’t look away. Being admired like this is one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever been given.
“Dante…” This murmur of his name is different from the one I said earlier. It’s full of desperation.
Somehow, his cock gets thicker as his eyes bore into mine. “Words, Lucia. Give them to me.”
“I want… I want…” The tension is too burning, and I submit to it. “I want you.”
“That’s it?” he repeats. “That’s everything you require? Just me?”
I nod before recalling my stupidity. He needs me to verbalize my replies. “Yes.”
“Okay.”
I swivel my hips as he arches his upward. In a matter of seconds, we find a perfect rhythm. We’re not fucking, but we’re a step up in speed and insanity than we were minutes ago.
Over the next several minutes, he guides me up and down his cock, treating me like I’m his own personal sex toy.
The speed, depth of his thrusts, and eye contact are the perfect combination to send me spiraling into ecstasy. I drink in every expression that crosses his face when the walls of my pussy squeeze his thick cock, and feel every hiss as he struggles to maintain control.
The friction is incredible, and within a handful of thrusts, I’m overwhelmed by the throes of ecstasy.
Leaning back, I dig my nails into Dante’s thick thighs and ride the wave all the way to shore. Lust leaves a light sheen of perspiration on my skin as every muscle in my body tenses.
Dante doesn’t stop, though.
For two hours, he continues thrusting his hips while licking at the droplets of sweat rolling off my breasts and demanding my eyes to his.
Even though I shouldn’t, I give them to him.
By the time his fantastic manhood pulses in warning that he’s about to climax, the early rays of dawn peek through the curtains. Our eyes collide when he guides his hand back between my legs.
While stimulating my clit with purposely timed rolls, he lunges forward, stuffing almost every inch of his cock inside me. We still in unison, our gasps collective, before the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced tears through my body.
The euphoria soaring through me doubles when Dante’s release follows mine. It’s so blinding that I have no choice but to lean on him for support instead of fighting to stay afloat on my own.
