"Yes… fill me with your cock," I say, pressing my thighs together for some friction.
Dante pulls my legs apart, removing my clothes painfully slowly.
When he stands to take off his own clothes, I quickly pull him down onto the bed, sitting on his cock, grinding my bare, wet pussy on him.
A loud moan escapes me, making me grind faster, pressing myself against him.
He just leans back, watching me as I pleasure myself with his cock.
My eyes roll back when I feel the tip of his cock brush my entrance. He leans forward, taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting, making me crave more.
I cry out, using my hand to circle my clit as I move faster, but I'm not reaching my orgasm. It's like Dante notices, because the next thing I know, my back hits the bed—with two large fingers inside me.
He uses his thumb to circle my clit, pounding into me with his fingers as I grind against his hand.
"What do you want, princess?" he asks, stroking his cock with his other hand.
"Please, Daddy… I want your big cock buried inside me." Just the thought of it makes me spread my legs wider, imagining how deep he'll go.
He crawls between my thighs, teasing my entrance with the tip of his cock. Then he pushes in slowly, stretching me inch by inch.
My eyes roll back as he lifts my legs, placing them on his waist, pushing deeper.
"You feel so good, princess… so tight," he groans, giving me time to adjust to his size.
I shift slightly, and his hips jerk forward with a little force. "Fuck."
I buck my hips up, desperate for him to fuck me hard, but he holds still like he's barely holding himself back.
"Fuck me harder, Daddy."
That's it. Whatever self-control he had flies out the window. He pulls out almost to the tip and slams back into me with raw hunger.
I know I won't be able to walk for two days after this. I choke on the force of his thrusts, unable to form words. I can only arch my back off the bed, toes curled, tears slipping from my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.
I feel him deep—so fucking deep. The sound of skin slapping, his deep groans mixing with my cries and broken breaths.
He hits that spot inside me that makes me scream his name. My body shudders as the orgasm crashes over me.
His hand pushes two fingers into my mouth and I suck them eagerly. He parts my legs wider, placing one over his shoulder.
"Yes… yes… yes," I cry as his wet fingers circle my clit. I try to close my legs, the pleasure too much, but he spreads me wider, pounding into me like a starved man.
My orgasm slams into me like a tidal wave. Every muscle goes rigid, my feet no longer touching the bed, my legs draped over his shoulders.
"Fuck!" I scream as he leans forward, burying himself even deeper.
"Cum for Daddy, princess," Dante groans.
I moan as I come undone, shaking like a leaf, struggling to remember how to breathe.
"Fuck… fuck… fuck…" Dante moans as he spills inside me, the warm rush making me smile weakly.
He carefully pulls out, rushing to the bathroom. He returns with warm towels, cleaning me gently, then dresses me in his shirt.
"Rest," he says softly.
A few hours later, the slutty version of me—Nina—gets horny again. With my head on his chest, I cross my legs over him, trailing my fingers along his chest, drawing endless patterns.
He knows exactly what I want. He helps me straddle his erection, my bare pussy brushing against his clothed, hard length.
He cups my face, kissing me deeply. I lean in, lips parted, and he removes his briefs with one hand, helping me line him up with the other.
Our tongues tangle, fighting for dominance—but any one could tell who's winning.
Slowly, he positions himself at my entrance, removing my shirt. Our lips part just as he takes my nipple into his mouth, pushing into me.
My head falls back and I moan, grinding on him, trying to meet his thrusts—but he grips my hips, holding me still, lifting me slightly as he thrusts up into me.
My nails dig into his chest, my breasts bouncing with every thrust. His groans vibrating on my breast.
"Cum for me, princess," he grunts, planting his feet on the bed and pounding into me faster.
The familiar knot tightens in my lower belly. I rub my clit with my fingers, grinding in rhythm with his deep thrusts.
He slaps my ass, spreading my cheeks with both hands as he drives into me harder.
I try to keep my breathing steady, to hold in my cries, but then he bites my nipple and rubs my clit with firm fingers.
I nearly fall off him as the pleasure rips through me. My legs shake, my mouth forms an 'O' shape and my eyes roll back.
He holds me in place, fucking me through my orgasm. He moans as my walls tighten around him.
I feel his cum spill inside me, his movements slowing. He gently pulls out and cleans me up, then slides in behind me, wrapping his arms around me.
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My phone rings early in the morning, waking me up from sleep.
Blinking, I reach for it on the nightstand, answering without checking the caller ID.
"Dolce peccato, are you okay now?"
Matteo's voice.
Not what I was expecting this morning…
"I… I'm…" What the hell do I say after yesterday? How am I supposed to answer at?
Confusion washes over me as I stare at my legs.
"Dante said you were exhausted. Are you hurt or sick?"
I blush as yesterday's events flash through my mind.
"I'm fine. I was just… uhm… I'm okay now. I think I'm fine," I rush out, praying he doesn't push further.
"Does this have anything to do with whoever's threatening you?"