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)
Dante split me open and I felt both embarrassed by how exposed I was and really turned on too. I expected him to reach for the bottle of lube that was next to me on the bed, but when he only shifted his body lower on the bed, I glanced over my shoulder at him. And I was just in time to see him lowering his head.
“Dante-”
That was all I got out before his tongue slid through my crease and flicked over my entrance.
“Fuck!” The curse reverberated through the room and I wrapped my arms around the pillow beneath my head as explosive pleasure rocketed through me. Dante’s slick tongue continued to massage me as his hands kneaded my ass. My body began to quake as the sensations kept building. Every few licks over my hole were accompanied with gentle kisses, but when he sucked on me, I began frantically humping the bed as my orgasm started to build. And when Dante suddenly pulled away, I let out a ragged, “No!”
“Shhh,” Dante murmured as he crawled up my body and kissed me. The move should have been a turn-off, but it wasn’t. Not in the least. I felt like a jumbling, needy mess as he made love to my mouth and when he lifted off me, I wanted to cry out at the loss.
“Turn over,” Dante whispered as he gave me the space I needed to do just that. “I want to see those beautiful eyes of yours when I fill you.”
I flipped to my back and immediately hauled him down for a violent kiss. “Please don’t make me wait anymore,” I begged. I couldn’t explain why all my fears had suddenly subsided. But I knew it hadn’t just been Dante’s talented tongue that had me needing more.
“No more, baby,” he agreed and then he was snatching up the bottle of lube. A flutter of nerves skittered through my belly, but it didn’t diminish my physical craving at all. And when Dante urged my legs up and apart, the vulnerable position was secondary to the feeling of his finger rubbing over my hole. It didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would when his finger ever so slowly pushed into me. It burned and it felt strange, but I was more focused on watching Dante’s expression as he watched what he was doing to me. The lube felt cold at first, but the thought was completely obliterated when Dante suddenly rubbed over a spot inside of me that had my back involuntarily arching up.
“Oh God. Again,” I moaned. I knew he was hitting my prostate, but I couldn’t make sense of how amazing it felt. It was like I was looking down on myself as Dante pleasured me and I didn’t recognize the man lying there, his body open and trembling and completely at the mercy of another.
Dante’s finger pulled out of me and then slid back in, brushing over my gland again, but too briefly to get the same reaction. What it did do was keep me on the edge of anticipation. I couldn’t tell when the firmer presses would happen. I became so lost in a haze of need and pleasure that the second finger that was pushed deep inside of me still didn’t fill me the way I was craving. But I didn’t even get a chance to ask for what I really wanted because Dante suddenly leaned down and sucked my cock into his mouth at the same time that he slid his fingers out and back in. I cried out in surprise and tangled my hand in his hair, holding him in place as I began fucking his mouth. His fingers followed the motion of my hips so that I was being fucked while still doing the fucking. I flattened my feet for leverage as I fed my cock to Dante over and over again. But when my balls were just starting to draw up tight against my body, Dante released me and then pulled his fingers out. I didn’t even get to protest because his mouth was on mine, and within a matter of seconds, his slick crown was pressing against me.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered when he began to breach me. This time around it did hurt, but the accompanying burn somehow made it better instead of worse like I would have thought. Because with each inch that Dante pressed into me, the pain and burn tore through me and then changed to something more intense and made my skin itch with the need for more.
“So tight,” Dante murmured against my mouth. I had no idea how deep inside of me he was because I felt so unbearably full already, but I also didn’t want him to stop. I clasped his neck with my hands.