“No, sir,” I murmured, even though it did, a little bit. But not nearly enough to make me want to stop. “Feels good.”
He fucked me slowly with his fingers, a long, luxurious drag in and out, until I was stretched enough to take a third. It was good, a strange, sweet fullness; I wanted more.
“That’s enough,” I said, “Please, Dante, I’m ready.”
“Yeah?” Dante slowly withdrew his fingers. “Ready for what?”
God, my cheeks burned. “For you.”
“Say it, baby.”
“Your cock,” I gasped into the sheets. “Please, Dante, want you to fuck me.”
Dante made a low sound in his chest that was very nearly a growl. He shifted off me and I whined at the loss.
“Roll over, baby,” he said. “Want to see you.”
It took some effort, what with my hands still bound and my brain working at half-speed from his mouth and his hands, but I did so. I settled onto my back, legs spread, my cock hard against my belly and dripping precum. The sheet was wet against my back where my cock had drooled all over the bedding.
Dante looked wrecked.
His cheeks were flushed, and sweat beaded on his temples and at the hollow of his throat. His pupils were dilated, and his lips were swollen from eating me out. His gaze skittered over my body, looking awed, then he reached down and palmed my cock hard.
“Ah!” I jerked up the bed, the sudden heat and pressure like a spike of pleasure through me. “Ah—Don’t—”
He pulled away immediately. “Don’t?” he asked with concern.
“I’ll come,” I admitted with a blush.
Something anxious in Dante’s face smoothed away, replaced with an expression a lot closer to hunger. He pulled off his sweatpants eagerly and rolled on a condom in a hurry, then caged me against the bed. He hitched me down the bed, tugging me closer to him, and pressed the head of his cock against my hole. Just pressure. Not going inside.
He kissed me deeply, one hand skating over my body like he couldn’t get enough of touching me, and his touch was like a brand on me.
I shifted my hips back, pushing against the head of his cock. Dante bared his teeth into the kiss and groaned.
“Ready for you,” I murmured.
Dante slowly, slowly pushed inside me.
God, it was good. Coring me. Like I could feel it all the way into my throat. Hot and slick and overwhelming. The slow drag of it sparking through me, making my blood sing. I moaned into the kiss, tugging at the restraints because I wanted to touch him so badly. Somehow the knowledge that I couldn’t made the sensation of his cock sliding into me even more overwhelming.
“Fuck,” Dante choked. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I moaned again, unable to form words from how pleasure had whited out my brain.
Then Dante shifted his hips and hit something inside me—that place deep inside that sent sparks flying behind my eyelids. Oh, it was so fucking good, the heat, the pressure, his lips on mine just taking, taking.
His body covered mine as he started to thrust faster. He moved with long, deep thrusts: pulling his cock all the way out and then sliding it back in, until his hips were flush against my ass. Every stroke seemed to hit that place inside me and I was dizzy with how good it felt. Like nothing else existed. Just this moment. Just Dante.
He picked up the pace, driving into me, and then his hand fell between us and onto my cock again.
He stroked me fast and hard, in time with his thrusts. “Don’t hold back, baby,” he murmured. “Wanna see you come.”
And that was it.
He snapped his hips once more and I fell over the edge—or was dragged—paralyzed by the strength of my orgasm as every muscle in my body tensed and then released. I came so hard it nearly hit my chin, thick white ropes of cum painting my chest.
Dante growled, dropping his head to my chest to lick a stripe of cum there, and the sight of that made me moan and shiver beneath him.
“So good for me,” he said into my chest, and then groaned as he spilled into the condom.
He collapsed on top of me with a groan, dropping sweet kisses on my neck and chest as we both caught our breath.
I was still loopy and slow from the aftershocks, spacey, like this was all a wonderful dream. And with Dante’s weight on me, it was easy for me to just match