17. Margot #2
I love how sexy Dante makes me feel—like I'm the only thing in the world that matters, and the only thing he's desperate to consume.
By now, he’d already have his hand buried between my thighs. Maybe he’d be fisting his cock at the same time, or maybe I’d be spread out across him, his erection wrapped around my lips while his tongue worked me through.
When he pounces this time, he attacks my mouth instead. As he swallows up my moans, his hand tucks between my thighs to spread my arousal.
As if preparing me for this moment, my body easily sucks up two of his fingers. Ignoring my clit completely, he works me open completely as my hips lift and glide, aiding him.
The need for more, the very same one that has grown with each day passing, is nearly unbearable.
"Please, Dante..." Not having it in me to go through round after round of denial, I reach down for him, but my fingers can barely brush the denim of his jeans. "I want you."
We must be on the same page, because only moments later do I feel the hot stretch of a third finger joining the other two. Feeling him everywhere, I arch as he presses into the very spot that makes me grow closer and closer to my release.
It's unfair how easily he can make my walls clamp down. As if he already knows all the weak spots within me, he takes my mouth in his once more as he thrusts his fingers deep enough to make me whimper against his tongue.
Once he has me right where he needs, he grinds the heel of his hand against my clit, sending me over the edge. As my vision blurs, he consumes the very moan that spills from my lips.
Waiting patiently for the tremors to leave my legs, he pulls back ever so slowly before dragging his fingers to his mouth. While he sucks off my release from each digit, his other hand tears at his jeans.
"I swear you get more delicious as the days pass by," he groans as the tip of his tongue flicks against each pad.
From watching his mouth to dragging my gaze down, I can't take my eyes off of him.
He’s incredibly thick—a heavy, imposing length that looks almost too large to be real. He's a large man altogether, so I can't be too surprised. I've taken him in my mouth before, but imagining him putting that weapon inside of me feels impossible.
A deep, dark flush colors him from base to tip, the slit already weeping as he wraps his fingers around himself. Two strokes with his tight grip cause a moan to slip out beyond his control.
Seeing him like this, dripping with his hunger for me, it's a miracle it hasn't gone to my head.
Once Dante is satisfied, he puts his hands back onto me. In a hunger-fueled daze, he rolls me onto my stomach before tugging on my hips to pull me back against him.
Leaning down, his beard tickles my back as he kisses along my spine. Stopping at the patch between my shoulder blades, his next shaky breath tickles my skin. "Such a pretty back."
My skin burns at his compliment, but not as much as it does when he begins to grind against me.
"Let me do all the hard work. Just enjoy yourself and try to relax." He kisses my neck next, making sure to leave a mark beneath my ear.
Surprisingly enough, I'm not nervous. If it were anyone else, then I'm sure I'd be panicking. But Dante? I know he'd never purposely hurt me. He's proven that much time and time again.
Nodding my head, I feel the bed shift beneath our weight as he pulls back. Clutching the blanket to have something to cling onto, he teases my oversensitized sex by gliding through my folds. Once he's collected enough of my slick, I feel the sudden pressure of him guiding himself inside.
I don't know what to expect, but the sensation of being filled to the brim isn't on my list. Once he starts pushing his way inside, I can't tell which one of us moans louder. The best word that comes to mind to describe this sensation is... intense.
"I'm going to take everything you're offering, and you're going to take all of me. Understand?" His voice deepens, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps across my skin. When I don't answer right away, his hands squeeze my hips. "Margot?"
Letting out a held breath, I nod. Not trusting my voice, I answer him by pushing back.
Oh my God.
A low hum rumbles in his chest before he pulls back, the sudden space leaving me cold and empty. He gives me only a heartbeat to catch my breath before his grip locks onto my waist, dragging me back to meet his downward thrust halfway.
My toes curl tight instantly as a shiver rocks through me. Feeling his hips meet mine, I realize he's fully inside. As impossible as it is, he is.
He doesn't give me enough time to marvel at the fact. With a possessive growl, his rhythm shifts from a tentative test to a relentless, demanding pace. His hips meet mine with a fluid, punishing strength that knocks the remaining air straight from my lungs.
I clutch at the blankets, completely overwhelmed by the sheer size of him, losing myself to the bruising heat of his body, setting the tempo as the friction of our bodies meeting nearly sends me right over the edge.
A pleasure not even he could create with his fingers fills my body, overflowing and consuming. It's embarrassing how loud I become, but I'm thankful for the soundproofed walls.
In a daze, I look back over my shoulder at him.
Dante is completely undone. His skin is flushed a heated crimson, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat under the low light. Every muscle in his chest and shoulders is locked tight, straining with the effort of his rhythm.
With every deep thrust, a grunt leaves his lips, occasionally followed by a moan. No matter how often his jaw clenches shut, not even a powerful man like himself can keep his pleasure contained.
Watching him lose himself to this, looking as if he’s trapped in a state of utter, overwhelming bliss, makes my own body tighten around him in response.
The friction of his heavy thrusts combined with such a breathtaking sight pushes me over the edge for a second time. Against this man, I never stood a chance. There's no warning, just the intense crashing of pleasure consuming me as my pussy immediately constricts around him.
As a ragged sob leaves my lips, a snarl tears through his.
Dante's thrusts grow uneven, more out of control as he completely abandons his tempo. With a few final, powerful snaps of his hips, he drives deep and pins me down, burying his weight until our hips are locked completely flush, nearly crushing me flat against the mattress.
A loud, uninhibited moan rips from his chest, vibrating straight through my body, and only a heartbeat later, the heavy, blinding heat of his release floods me entirely.
Losing count of how many obscenities leave his lips, my thighs quake and tremor as he rolls his hips as if he could get impossibly deeper.
Without a doubt, I'm going to be sore for the rest of the day. May as well consider myself bedridden, because I think this man has destroyed me.
From the difficulty of getting air in my system, I think I may die of asphyxiation before anything else.
Feeling me squirm beneath him, he curses and lifts. When I take a dramatic breath, he chuckles.
Is it normal to love someone's laugh as much as I do?
He lets out a soft sigh as he rolls onto his side. Before I can even miss his touch, his hand settles against the small of my back. He begins to rub in slow, soothing circles, his palm warm against my oversensitized skin.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice incredibly deep and raspy from the release. He leans forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the bare skin of my shoulder blade. "I didn't mean to go that hard. I completely lost my head."
A soft smile touches my lips as I roll over to face him. He's looking me over, making sure I'm in one piece.
Going against this man, I think I handled myself rather well. Even if there is a low throb radiating between my thighs.
Before I can say a word, the mattress shifts. Dante swings his long legs over the edge of the bed and stands, automatically reaching out for me. Scooping up my exhausted body into his strong arms, I let out a contented sigh as he starts carrying me toward the attached bathroom.
"Come on," he rumbles, pulling me close against his chest. "Let's get you washed up. I'll help you clean off, and then..." A wicked smirk pulls at the corner of his lips, his eyes dropping to the space between my legs. "I'll make it up to you by kissing everywhere you're sore."
A sudden wave of heat crashes right over my cheeks. I stare at him, my heart fluttering as the truth clicks into place. Oh my God. This man isn't done with me.
He catches the exact moment my eyes widen, a low chuckle vibrating deep in his chest. "I told the club I needed two hours, Margot. It's been, what, thirty minutes?"
A high-pitched laugh escapes me as I bury my burning face into the crook of his neck. As we enter the bathroom, a daunting reality settles over me.
Okay, maybe I am completely out of my depth. I am never going to be able to keep up with this guy.