9. Dante
CHAPTER NINE
dante
A fter Bianca rode me hard for a while, I wanted to give her body a break. Her tight pussy had absolutely drenched me from the repetitive orgasms she had while riding me. I’m man enough to admit that it’s been a while for me, and the fact that I’ve lasted this long was a miracle. I lift her a little higher.
“On your feet, Kitten.” I groan as I lift her body off mine.
“Didn’t I tell you I would make you regret calling me that?” She responds with sass.
“Oh baby, I was counting on it,” I say as I stand to my feet, my wet, rigid, erect cock bouncing as I walk toward her.
I approach her, our bodies only separated by the space taken up by my incredibly hard dick. I grab her breasts and then slide my hand down her abdomen. Her soft skin making it easy to glide. I slide my hand down between her legs as I meet her mouth in a wet, passionate, full tongue kiss. I ram two fingers in her, leaving my thumb out to rub her clit simultaneously. The abrupt motion making her jump as I seed my fingers deep inside her. She moans against my mouth as I continue to slide my fingers in and out while circling her swollen clit. I pull back my fingers with a pop and lift them to my face. Without hesitation I suck them clean. I grab her face and squeeze her cheeks to open her mouth and proceed to spit directly into it before pulling her back in to continue kissing her. After a minute, I grab her hips and spin her around. I bend her over and slide my hand down her entire back. I see the goosebumps break out on her skin as I lightly touch her.
I lift her hips, the height difference making it easy for me to reach her ass this way. With both hands, I grab each of her perfect ass cheeks and spread them wide, exposing her entirely to me. I drop down, and spit on her asshole before licking it. I use the spit to help guide my tongue in and out of her ass, flicking and twisting at the entrance.
“Oh fuck!” She exclaims.
I can feel her knees shaking as her poor body fights to withstand the position I have her in. I go wild with my mouth, licking and sucking, sliding and twisting all around her asshole before sticking my thumb deep inside of it, making her moan deep. I stand to my feet, keeping my thumb buried in her ass and using my other fingers to squeeze her ass like a fucking bowling ball.
With my thumb remaining in place, I slide my dick back into her pussy, feeling it enter her from the inside. I start to thrust back and forth, slamming into her so hard she is nearly falling over. My free hand is resting and bracing on her hip to keep her stable.
“I want you to fucking fill me, Dante.” She grunts between thrusts.
Her voice is weak and rough after moaning so much at this point. Her deep voice saying those words made me squeeze my eyes closed, nearing a huge, overdue, orgasm.
I thrust harder, faster, deeper before…
“Ohhhh Fucccckkkk!” I yell as I empty my massive load inside her. It felt like I came in her for an hour.
With a deep breath, I slide my thumb and my dick out of her. I drop into a squat and kiss both of her asscheeks, her asshole, her pussy and then her clit before rising and slapping her perfect ass.
She giggles and stands upright before laying back down on the floor, our bodies both sweating and flushed.
“Well? Did you feel anything?” I ask, joking.
“Everything.” She replies.
She lays there for a second catching her breath, and I start to gather our clothes.
“God. Fucking. Damn.” She adds before sitting upright.
I throw her panties at her.
“What the fuck are we doing? What did we just get ourselves into?” she asks while pulling them up from her ankles and shimmying them back around her hips.
“I’m honestly not sure, baby. I don’t know about you, but I feel like whatever we are about to face is worth it. I know it’s insane, and I would be the first to doubt it if anyone said it to me but…”
“But this feels more right than anything you’ve ever felt, and the fact that we just met and how we just met is literally mental hospital admission-worthy?” She finishes my sentence.
I laugh, “I wasn’t going to put it that way, but, yep. Pretty fucking much.”
She puts on her bra and starts to bounce to get her pants back on. Both of us still half naked, standing in our glass fuck-dungeon. My heart is about to pound out of my chest. Of course, this would be my perfect match. The enemy . Just what I needed to add to my already complicated life.
I don’t have to think more about it as the garage door chain starts to rattle on the far end of the warehouse.
“Fuck!” I roared. I grab my remaining clothes and rush to get them back on my body.
“Who is that? What do you want to do here, Dante?” Bianca asks, putting on her last few articles of clothing more rapidly.
“It has to be Gio. He is the only other person that comes here.”
“And where exactly is here ?”
“We are in a warehouse on Waldorf Street, behind the shipyard. It’s secluded, and no one comes here most of the year.”
“Makes sense.”
“How risky are you feeling?” I ask.
I add, “Because it’s now or never. Look, I trust Gio, he’s my brother, and if I pleaded, he would keep a secret…I think.”
“No. If Gio was the one taking Dmitri, I can’t assume he doesn’t still have him somewhere. I won’t risk pissing him off and making him do something impulsive to my brother. D’s a moron but he’s my family and I can’t let that happen.” Her speaking pace picks up, and the sense of urgency grows.
“Okay, Kitten. Then this just stays with us. Kinda makes it hotter though, right?” I waggle my eyebrows.
“Yeah. Whatever, just get the fuck out of my cage.” She pushes me back toward the door.
Before I take my leave, she grabs my shirt and pulls me back in, slamming her lips to mine.
She pulls back, “One for the road.”
I growl and pretend to squeeze her face, making her giggle. Shit, that giggle does dangerous things to me.
I lock the cage and sit back down in the chair. Bianca mirrors me, sitting on the floor on her side.
The instant my ass hits the chair, I hear the garage door fling open followed by it closing and the chain jingling.
Footsteps follow and grow louder as he makes his way closer, each step quickening my already rapid heartbeat. I look at Bianca and wink. We’re professionals; we can do this—or at least I hope we can.