Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
But I was more desperate to make this night as perfect for him as it could be, considering the circumstances.
Dante’s body trembled as I leaned over him and licked up some of the cum on his chest. I shared his release with him as I kissed him deeply.
“Good?” I asked, my ego riding high.
He barely managed a nod.
“You want more?” I asked as I gave him a little thrust. He moaned and then nodded. When he finally opened his eyes, I reveled in the satisfaction I saw there. I let my hands brush over his chest and paid close attention to his nipples before spying the pool of semen on his belly. A need I couldn’t explain went through me and I found myself pulling my aching dick from the depths of his body. I felt Dante’s eyes on me as I shifted over him. I maneuvered my cock so I could rub it in his cum, drenching the crown in the cooling, sticky fluid. I gathered the rest of it as best I could with my shaft and then levered back on my heels. Dante’s pretty hole was open and waiting and I didn’t even think twice before pushing back inside of him. He gasped and I looked up to see him watching me with a mix of shock and wonder.
He clearly hadn’t been expecting the move.
I thrust into him hard and then dropped my body down on his. “What you do to me,” I murmured. “I can’t fucking get enough of you.”
Dante’s fingers fisted in my hair and he pulled me down for a sensual kiss that had my toes curling and my dick thickening even more inside of him. “I finally got something right,” he whispered. Before I could call him out on the self-deprecating remark, he dragged me down for another kiss. I began thrusting into him in long, languid strokes as our mouths mated. I slipped a hand between our bodies and toyed with his hardening dick and balls. Within minutes, he was squirming beneath me, asking for more. I changed the angle of my hips and nailed his prostate which had him crying out in pleasure.
“Right there,” he exclaimed and I felt his hands close over my ass as he tried to take over. I could tell he was close by the way his dick began pulsing in my hand, so I immediately stopped moving and released him.
“No!” he shouted, but I cut off him off with a kiss. I thrust into him hard, rocking his ass off the bed. On and on I drove him closer to the edge, only to back off each time. By the time my own body was crying out for relief, Dante was a shivering mess of need beneath me and I couldn’t make sense of any of his pleas. I wrapped my arm beneath his back and pulled him up as I sat back on my heels. The change in position had me sliding even deeper and Dante eagerly met every upward thrust with a downward press of his hips. I splayed my hands over his ass, digging my fingers into his flexing muscles as he rolled his groin against mine. His dick was hard as a rock between us and I could feel his pre-cum slickening my skin.
We continued to consume each other’s mouths as we neared the end. I could feel my orgasm just beneath the surface and began slamming ruthlessly into Dante, and when that still wasn’t enough, I pushed him back down onto his back and pounded into him repeatedly. I was too far gone to be cognizant of anything besides my need to come and Dante’s cries of pleasure as he clung to me. He screamed against my ear as his ass clamped down on my dick, setting off my own climax. I curled my arms under his back and over his shoulders, digging my fingers into his flesh hard enough to leave bruises as I began filling him with endless jets of cum. I was barely aware of Dante’s orgasm and the resulting semen that coated my belly where his dick was pressed between us. Sweat slid down my back and ass as my body jerked uncontrollably, trying to get even deeper inside of him, which wasn’t physically possible.
When the coil inside of me finally released me from its ruthless grip, I sank down onto Dante, not caring that I was too heavy for him. He was gasping against my neck and his arms were bruising in their hold as he hung on to me. I knew I needed to move…to ease my weight off him, to clean him up or urge him to shower with me…something. But I was completely spent and still lost in the energy that was tingling beneath my skin.