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I pull off his cock with a wet pop, panting hard and heat spreading under my skin like a wildfire. A line of spit dribbles from my lip and Dante leans forward to lap at it.

“You can fuck my mouth,” I whisper against his lips, and he groans, long and drawn out.

“Fucking Hell, you’ll be the death of me.” He kisses me again, nipping at my bottom lip before sitting up and guiding his cock back into my waiting mouth. He thrusts in deep, filling me with everything that is him.

“That’s a good boy,” he grunts when I choke on his dick, “you can take it.” His head repeatedly hits the back of my throat, and the sounds leaving me are absolutely hungry and filthy. It’s so hot, and I’m rutting into my own hand. All while I realize as violently as he’s fucking my mouth, I am meeting every thrust with the same intensity.

Fuck, have I really been this starved for him?

“Mmm, baby, I’m close,” Dante warns in a wrecked voice. His free hand joins in and clutches my jaw.

I press my head back down, his cock filling my throat again, and I swallow around him. Head bobbing on his length as he starts up his brutal pace again. And I’m whining and moaning on him.

“Ah fuck.” His hips stutter before hot liquid fills my mouth and slips down my throat. I choke a bit before drinking it all down.

“Talk about a show,” he breathes, and I pull off with a wet pop. Dante peers between the cameras, eyes heavy and half-lidded, before his gaze shifts over to me.

“You want to give them more?” I rasp, slowly rising to my feet. Dante smile widens ferociously, palms finding purchase on my hips, pulling my pants and boxer briefs down, and I continue with the rest hastily. And before I know it, he unclips the knives’ strap that runs across his torso and thighs, dropping them to the floor before pulling his black compression shirt over his head.

“A good little pup like you deserves a reward,” he claims, bare chest glistening under the neon lights. He drops to his knees, biting at my hip bone. I hiss at the sting of his teeth but pull him closer, my hands massaging the muscles of his neck and upper back. Dante’s hand encases my dick, and he jerks me off while he peers up at me.

“I’m gonna fuck you in front of all those people.” He kisses my navel. I chuckle at him, left hand resting on his cheek and thumb caressing over the highest point.

“Yeah,” I hum, “show them what’s yours.”

So, with that in mind, Dante doesn’t waste time, just spins me around and pulls me onto his lap as he falls back onto the couch.

His hand snakes past my waist to grip my dick. Jerking me slowly and deliberately while rubbing himself against my ass. Pearlescent liquid forms at my tip, and his thumb smooths over it, spreading it over my cock for an easier glide. I moan, and Dante chuckles in my ear. “Like that?”

“Faster,” I demand, clutching onto his arms. I groan louder as he tugs me harder and quicker, his fist beating against my pelvis. I bite my lip, whining as more precum drips down my dick and over Dante’s hand.

“Just fuck me already.” My voice is rougher than meant to be, but fuck, I need him now. He only laughs before biting my shoulder, then commanding me to spit in his hands as he brings them up to my mouth, and I obey.

He does the same before lubing himself up. Dante then proceeds to rub his dick at my hole, smearing residue from his previous orgasm and spit over the ring of muscle before pressing in.

I hiss and groan at the stretch. It’s been a while since I’ve had him inside me. But fuck, I’m not complaining.

I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, hot and damning. His free hand palms at my chest. Pinching and pulling on my nipple. I groan, thrusting back and impaling myself further on his cock.

“You feel so good,” he groans, thrusting into me like a piston. In this position, with my weight pulling down and Dante ramming up, his cock reaches impossibly deep inside me, and it punches filthy moans from my lungs.

On a particular thrust, his cock strikes my prostate, and my whole body goes rigid as electricity sparks and pops in my lower belly. A wet, high whine slips involuntarily from my lips.

“That feels good, baby?” Dante pants out, hot breath fanning across my nape.

“Don’t stop,” I choke. He angles his hips and repeatedly strikes that spot.

I’m caught in an impossible daze, peering almost mockingly at the camera as I arch my back. I lean my head back to rest on Dante’s shoulder so I can bite and lick at his earlobe while he fucks me.

His hand on my cock stops jerking and moves down to the space behind my balls. His fingers press and stimulate my prostate from the outside while his dick rams it from the inside.

And it’s almost too much. My eyes roll back and vision blurs with a string of never-ending moans and whines forcing from my throat.

“Cum for me, baby,” Dante moans in my ear and bites my lobe. White spots burst in my vision as my body lets go. I moan his name as cum spurts from my dick, coating my thighs and the floor beneath us, some landing on the table in the middle of the room.

Dante doesn’t let me catch my breath as he thrusts up with bruising force. Taking advantage of my clenching hole wringing his cock and brings him closer to his second orgasm of the night.

He breathes a string of curses, clawing at my hips as he slams me down before filling me with his cum.