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)
My lust was so out of control that I wanted to just shove my dick all the way inside of him, but my fear of hurting him was too great, so I made myself go slow. But Dante had something else in mind, because he suddenly pushed off the wall and straightened as he shoved his ass down onto my cock. He let out a hoarse shout as my length disappeared completely inside of him and my balls bumped up against his ass.
“Fuck,” I snarled as I wrapped my arms around his upper body, holding him to me. I knew I needed to let him adjust to me, but his ass was gripping me with impossible heat and pressure and my body clawed at me for more. I pulled almost all the way out before slamming forward. Dante let out another curse, but when he met my next violent thrust, I knew he was okay. His fingers were digging into my arms and there was absolutely no space between our bodies except for the few seconds that I slid my cock out of him before thrusting it back inside. Over and over I pumped into him, the delicious friction sending my need into overdrive.
“So fucking good, Dante,” I managed to get out as I sought out his mouth. He hungrily kissed me as one arm wrapped around my shoulders. Since he had nothing but me to depend on for leverage as I viciously fucked in and out of him, he clung to me with everything he had. The fingers of one hand were buried in my hair as he grunted against my mouth as we kissed. I gave up trying to make love to his mouth because all I could focus on was the need to bury myself inside of him as hard as I could, as fast as I could, as deep as I could.
“So close,” I whispered against his mouth as I felt my orgasm starting to build in my balls.
“Harder,” Dante demanded. I was vaguely aware of his right hand releasing my arm, and I realized why. I lowered my own hand to his dick, knocking his hand away and began pumping his shaft with brutal intensity. Dante shouted in pleasure as he began trying to simultaneously fuck my hand and my dick. I managed to hold off my own orgasm to focus on his. If the sounds he was making hadn’t been proof of how close he was to coming, the feeling of his pulsing shaft in my hand would have been enough. But they had nothing on the way his inner muscles were gripping me harder and harder as he neared the tipping point. When he finally went over, his ass clamped around me so hard that I let out a shout of surprise and then bit down on Dante’s shoulder as my orgasm ripped through me, taking control of my body. I was only slightly aware of warm liquid sliding down my hand as I continued to stroke Dante’s cock because my entire body had locked up so tight, I was sure the slightest touch would shatter me. My hips kept slamming against Dante as I throttled into him. My forward motion was so powerful, I ended up shoving us both forward until Dante managed to slap his hand on the wall, bracing himself for my violent pounding. Relief speared through me as jet after jet of cum left my body and filled the condom. I’d released Dante’s dick at some point and I was clinging to him, my sweat covered chest pressed to his hot back and my hips still pumping into his trembling ass. I buried my face in the crook of his neck as the violent sensations began to slow, but I couldn’t move because the aftershocks were still too intense.
Minutes or hours could have passed before my body finally relaxed and I was awash in the quiet energy tingling just beneath the surface of my skin. I was still struggling to breathe, but I had enough strength to place kisses along Dante’s neck and just below his ear. His body was nearly flush with the wall and I could feel his breath sawing in and out of him as he came down from his own orgasm.
“Are you okay?” I asked gently as I loosened my hold on him enough so I could be sure I wasn’t hurting him. I knew I needed to pull free of his body, but I wasn’t ready to just yet.
Dante nodded, his head hung as he kept his forehead pressed to the wall.
He was quiet…too quiet. And that had me nervous. Had I hurt him? Or was it something else?
I used my hand to pull the hair back from Dante’s face in the hopes I could see something in his expression. But his eyes were closed and his jaw was locked up tight.