by Harper Sloan
I watched, fascinated, as his mouth hovered just over my slit. I could feel his breath on me, and it made me feel insane with lust. I was just about come from that alone when his right hand slid across my sex. Nothing I’ve ever experienced had prepared me for how good his hands felt.
“Oh baby,” he growled. “Your pussy is so fucking wet.” With that, his mouth descended to my sex as he set to licking and tongue fucking me so good that it was as though he had been given a road map to my body. Slipping first one finger and then another into me, he started sliding them in and out as I stretched to accommodate both fingers.
“Shit, Rina! You’re so tight.” He started rubbing a spot on the inside of my sex that had me panting for breath, and I could hear how wet I was as his fingers and tongue worked their magic. He was amazing. The spot that he was rubbing with his fingers was on fire as his tongue flicked over my clit faster and faster, each stroke of his tongue flinging me closer to the edge.
Running my hands through his hair, I writhed under his tongue and fingers, holding on for dear life as my body ignited in an orgasm so intense that it was scary. I'd never felt anything equal to it—in fact, nothing had ever come close.
He removed his fingers but kept licking me, taking care not to touch my super sensitive clit as I started to build again. I’d never been gone down on like that and I was totally blown away with disbelief at the control and understanding he seemed to have of my body.
"Jesus," I whimpered, "How are you doing that?"
Feral and intense, he looked up from licking me. "I know what you want because I can feel what feels good to you."
Within a few minutes, I was panting and on the edge of another orgasm. When he swiped my clit with the flat of his tongue I splintered apart again, riding the wave as he took me to heaven with his mouth.
He still didn’t stop, gentling his licks and sucks even more as he took his time and worked me over thoroughly. As I built back up, he slipped two fingers back inside of me and slowly started spreading my arousal around, sliding his finger and his tongue all over my clit. Looking up at me, he smiled a wicked, lust-inducing smile. "You've got such a beautiful pussy, baby. Goddamn perfect. I'm going to make you come again and again and again tonight. I can’t fucking stop tasting you, Rina."
I’d never come more than three times in one night, but within minutes I was grinding up into his face, on the edge of another orgasm.
Adding a third finger into the mix, he started fucking me hard with his fingers. I yelled out, “Oh god, Dante, don't stop!” Flicking his tongue all over my sopping wet slit in time with his fingers was all it took to throw me head first into another giant orgasm; the biggest I'd ever had.
I was panting and dizzy, swollen with desire as Dante made his way up my body. He leaned over me so that we were face to face, and the look he gave me was so hot that it’s a wonder that I didn’t spontaneously combust.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said as he licked his lips.
It was then that I found out that Dante was a naughty boy, and I was even more turned on by him than I had been before. His mouth descended to mine as he grabbed the back of my head and said, “Taste,” before pulling me into a kiss that was off the hot scale.
We gave each other no mercy as we kissed, our tongues thrusting hard and hot into each other’s mouths. It was no slow build. We were fucking each other with our tongues, and it was more explosive than anything I’d ever felt by at least a million percent, easily.
I tore my mouth from his to yelp when I felt his arousal rub my sex through his pants. God it felt good, so good. His eyes flared as though he understood exactly what I was feeling.
Leaning in, he whispered into my ear, “I hope you like it rough, Rina, because I’m going to fuck you hard and deep.”
It was like a gun announcing the start of a race had just gone off. I nodded as I said, “Yes! Fuck me hard, don’t be gentle!”
Grabbing either side of his shirt, I ripped it apart, causing the buttons to fly everywhere. One hit me on the cheek, but I didn’t care. He growled down at me, rubbing against me as I panted and moaned. All I knew was that he was going to fuck me, and I was in heaven.
I watched in quiet admiration as he stepped back and stripped off his pants and briefs. I gasped in shock as his hard cock was revealed to me for the first time. To say that he was well endowed would be an insult.
My sex clenched at how hot he looked naked, even as my brain screamed that he was too fucking massive and probably wouldn’t fit inside of me. He was long and extremely thick, and I’d never been with anyone near his size. I decided that I didn't really care about all of that. I needed him inside of me in a way that was completely alien to me. Reaching out I grabbed his cock with my hand and started rubbing back and forth, trying to measure it with my hands.
“Fuck baby,” he rasped. “If you do that, I'm going to come all over you before this even starts. I'm going to be inside your pussy when I come, Sabrina.”
I nodded, stunned by the feral quality of his words, and was even more stunned when he grabbed the hem of my thin silk dress and ripped it clean in half.
I totally lost my 'he's too large' train of thought when my sex got wetter. It felt as though I'd started boiling inside. I loved seeing him unglued like that, found it hot in a way I didn't know how to deal with. The passion was off the scale, uninhibited and savage.
He was panting as he took his place between my thighs and popped the front of my bra open, growling his approval when he saw my breasts for the first time.
“So goddamn perfect, just like I knew you would be. You’re fucking beautiful.”
Dropping his head down, he took my left nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. It was so good, but all I could think about by that point was how badly I wanted, no needed, him inside of me. I could feel my arousal dripping out of me, coating my thighs and sliding down onto the couch. I’d never been as wet as I was right then, had never even gotten close to that kind of turned on.
He moved to my other breast and started flicking it too, before he gently bit down. My back arched off the couch as though I was on the receiving end of an electric shock. “Please, Dante… please. I can’t… I’m dying. Fuck me!”
Grabbing his cock, he laid it on my clit and started rubbing back and forth. It was like heaven and I wiggled underneath him, my hands around his neck as we started kissing again.
Sliding his hand down to his cock, he started hitting my clit with it in quick and repetitive movements. He was a machine, completely blowing my mind with his skill. Briefly, I wondered if I would be able to withstand any more pleasure or if my head was just going to blow off, but just as quickly I decided that I didn't care. That kind of passion was worth it.
“Put your legs around me and get ready,” he rasped.
I wasted no time in following directions, lifting my thighs up and wrapping them around his torso. Taking his cock in his hand, he placed it at the opening of my sex and started rubbing the head around in a circle, wetting his dick with my arousal before he started pushing into me.
The toughest part was getting the head of him into me as I stretched like crazy to accommodate him. Groaning, he threw his head back and gritted his teeth. "Oh fuck! Your pussy is so fucking tight. Tilt your hips up and take me in further baby.”
Tilting my hips, I moaned as he slid in further, stretching me completely around him. There wasn’t even a quarter of an inch of wiggle room inside of me because he'd stuffed me so full, and it was making me lose it.
I was gasping and moaning from the sensation of his continued entry into me, completely overwhelmed by his size and the sight of him over me. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life. I couldn’t comprehend how he would get any more of his cock into me, but gradually he did, one excruciating inch at a time.
I’d never felt that full, and he wasn't even all the way in. I was surrounded by his scent, his taste, and now his cock as it stretched me beyond anything I’
d ever experienced. It was pleasure and pain in the most decadent form.
My back arched as I tried to breathe my way through his entry. It was wild, powerful and incredibly intense, and it only got better when he leaned forward to kiss me and put my legs on either side of his arms. We started kissing, hard, and I was bucking underneath him, panting and moaning, when he stilled.
“Fuck! Rina! I’m in you bare. I’m not wearing a condom. I don’t fuck without condoms!"
The intensity of what he was feeling was written all over his face as he continued talking. “God you feel fucking incredible. All I can think about is filling your tiny pussy full with my come. Fuck!”
His face contorted in agony, and I was trying so hard to tell him that it was okay, but I was practically on another planet at that point.
“I’ve got condoms in my wallet. Give me a minute and I’ll be right back."
As he started sliding out, I came to my senses, unwilling to lose the connection.
Grabbing his arms I yelled, “No! Don’t stop! I’m on the pill. Don’t stop!”
He stilled for a moment, and I started to panic because I thought that he was about to pull out of me anyway. I was afraid that if he did, the spell would be broken and the whole thing would be over.
Looking into my eyes, he nodded and then said, “I’ve only ever wanted it this way with you,” before he slammed forward. I let out a scream, the sensation beyond any words I have to describe it. With each powerful thrust, he worked more of his cock inside of me. After a few minutes, he was bottoming out with each wild surge forward. The rhythm of his thrusts was so intense that I briefly wondered if we would both combust.
Leaning forward, he started licking and sucking on my neck. I never knew that was an erogenous zone for me, but I went near insane with lust as he did it again and again, bringing my blood closer to the surface, and I felt the pulse in my throat hammering away.
The sensation of him thrusting, the stimulation of his mouth on my body, the smell of his skin and the sounds he was making had my sex gushing as I arched and moaned, assailed with one sensation after another.
He continued to drive in and out of me, giving me no quarter. I seriously considered that I might be about to pass out, or that my heart might give out, but honestly… what a way to go.
We were both moaning and gasping for breath and the room was filled with the slap, slap, slapping sound of him pounding into me with a hard and steady rhythm.
“Your tight little cunt feels fucking incredible.”
When sweat dripped from his face and ran down his chest, I leaned forward to lick it. Being with him was equivalent to what I’d imagined being in the eye of a hurricane would feel like, and I loved it.
I was pure sensation as he continued his assault on my body. Pulling out in one quick movement, he flipped me over so that I was on my knees. Fisting my ponytail in his hand, he pushed my head down to the couch cushion and slammed into me from behind.
It was absolute insanity at that point, just completely wild. He was in me even deeper, and I was in heaven. I’d never been fucked that hard before, not even close, and I was losing it. I gasped and screamed, trying to ride my way through it, even as I felt like I was going to explode.
Out of nowhere, he smacked my ass. As impossible as it seemed, I was immediately wetter and I screamed out, “Oh god! Yes!”
He was fucking me harder and harder, and I could feel that he must have been at the end of his rope as his cock swelled even larger inside me.
He smacked my ass again, and I screamed as I collapsed into orgasm. I couldn’t even continue to push back into him anymore. I’d literally been fucked limp and stupid.
Letting go of my ponytail he took my hips into his hands as he lifted me up so that my knees were no longer touching the couch, leaving my weight balanced on my elbows. With a heady growl, he started slamming into me with such force that I wondered if I would split in two.
Turning, I looked over my shoulder at him, needing to watch him as he continued fucking me. The visual was arresting, and I felt it everywhere. He was like a wild man, and I was in awe that he was able to continue at that pace without dropping.
His eyes were locked on his dick as he slammed in and out of me, but he must have felt that I was looking at him, because his eyes snapped up to mine, glazed and intense.
The mid fuck look was so hot on him, and I felt myself get wetter as I clenched around him and imagined that this was what being in heat would feel like. I was almost out of my mind as I tried to assimilate all of the new feelings that were exploding in my body.
Eyes still locked with mine he started to talk. “I love watching my cock slide in and out of you. You’re fucking amazing, baby.”
The look on his face and the sound of his voice brought me back. “Oh fuck, Dante. Come inside of me. Let go.” He gave a loud growl and gripped my hips harder as he thrust harder, deeper. I knew that I would probably have the imprint of his hands on me for days, but I couldn’t have cared less. I wanted him to mark me.
He was literally lifting me up and pulling me onto his cock with each hammered thrust, and I held on to the couch cushion for dear life, my anchor in the storm.
“Come again, Sabrina. Give me everything.” Sliding one hand under my body, he started to rub my clit, circling all around as my sex clenched against him faster and faster. When he pinched my clit I splintered apart again, coming so hard I damn near passed out.
I was gasping for air, seeing stars, and my entire body was covered in goose bumps. Dante’s thrusting was less measured and more frantic and suddenly he shouted, “Oh fuck, fuck, I'm coming!” as I felt his release blast into me. He rode back and forth hard as jet after jet of his heat blasted me, and I continued holding onto the couch cushion as he moved me back and forth until his orgasm came to an end.
We collapsed, spent, on the couch, neither of us able to move. Minutes passed in relative silence, both of us panting and trying to catch our breath. When we both could finally breathe normally, he slid out of me and helped me sit up.
Completely naked, we both sat back on the couch. The area around us was a disaster. There were ripped clothes and buttons everywhere. Turning to me, Dante blew out a breath. "I bet that was the most incredible sex anyone on earth has ever had. I had no fucking idea…”
I blushed and laughed even as I started wondering how to deal with what had just happened. I wasn't sure what I should say. Thankfully, I was saved from speaking when Dante stood and lifted me into his arms. I enjoyed the feeling, burying my face in his neck as I breathed in his scent.
He carried me as though I was weightless up the stairs to his bedroom. Continuing through the bedroom he entered the master bathroom and set me down on the vanity counter before continuing to the shower to turn all the jets on.
I sat back and enjoyed the show. His body was breathtaking; all muscle and beauty. I’d just come more in one night than I ever had before, but still the sight of him walking toward me from the shower had me aroused.
He smirked at me, almost as though he could hear my thoughts. “Shit, Sabrina. Who knew? You’re an insatiable sex maniac! What a revelation.”
He stood between my legs as he pulled my ponytail holder out before he captured my mouth with his, causing me to moan from the delicious sensation. My sex was clenching in time with the gentle glide of his mouth, the skill of his tongue against mine. Countless minutes passed as the bathroom mirrors steamed up, the two of us locked in an embrace as we kissed.
Pulling back, he leaned his forehead against mine. “Rina, wrap your legs around my waist. It’s time to get in the shower.”
I complied without having to be asked again, rubbing suggestively against his erection as he walked us across the bathroom into the shower. The water was heavenly, and I groaned in appreciation.
I moved to take my legs from around his waist, but he stopped me. “Oh, no you don't. I was going to wait, but you’re leaking our come onto my cock, and I need to be inside you
again."
Dante talked so dirty that it blew my mind, and completely changed the way I had previously envisioned him in my sexual fantasies. I knew he'd be sexy, knew he had to be good in bed because confidence all but poured out of everything that he did, but he was even sexier than I ever thought he would be. I’d never been with someone who talked or fucked like he did, and I didn't just like it, I loved it.
Positioning me against the wall, he lifted me up and then started sliding me down until the opening of my sex was balanced on his cock. He stared into my eyes as he started sinking into me exceedingly slowly, the moment stretching out between us heavy and deep.
The expression on his face was suddenly very serious and intense, but I couldn’t even pretend to analyze it just then because I was too far gone. Just like before, it took the most effort to get the head in, and my breath was coming in little gasps as he finally worked the head inside of me, impaling me very, very slowly.
It was deliciously decadent, and my head rolled back as I reveled in the feeling of having him deep inside of me. My sex clenched as I adjusted to the feeling of being overly full. Had I known it would be like that between us, I’d have jumped into his lap the first day I met him.
Trailing his hand down to my soaking cleft, he gently rubbed me while he worked his cock in and out of me. The touch of his fingers and the in and out movements of his cock were going to put me over the edge quickly.
Tilting me so that he could push into me at a different angle, he started thrusting again, the penetration shallower but beyond intense as he hit a spot at the front of my pussy over and over, making me feel faint with sensation.
I needed to see, so I looked down and watched as his cock slid in and out of me, loving the sight of his fingers on me as he slowly slid in and out over and over. I felt myself building again, and it was like heaven.
I looked up at him so that we were eye to eye and I watched as his head descended to mine as we started to kiss again. It was slower this time, and there wasn’t a corner of my mouth that Dante had not explored by the time he raised his head.