11. Dante
CHAPTER ELEVEN
dante
“Christ.” Alexandria is hovering over me.
Her knees press into the mattress on either side of my hips, splayed wide open, and I can see her, all of her.
She’s wet, her clit swollen and sensitive, and the lips of her pussy dragging along my dick only makes the view even hotter.
Her skin is hot to the touch, flushed a dusty-rose color.
I can tell my wife was getting off on sucking my cock.
She lowers herself down, slowly, taking every single inch of my length at an agonizing pace until she’s completely seated on me.
“Ah.” A sharp gasp escapes her lips as she accommodates to my thickness. Her tight cunt wrapping around me makes my jaw clench so hard my teeth fucking rattle.
“Gorgeous,” I grunt. My eyes settle where we’re connected, unable to look away.
“Dante,” she breathes, hands coming down to my chest, nails digging into my sweat-soaked skin.
“Take what you want, wife,” I rasp. My eyes skate a path upwards, and I move my hands to her thighs, feeling her muscles tremble beneath my palms. “Show me how you want it. Show me how well you can take your husband.” A fierce look of determination washes over her.
The haze of passion is written all over her, eyes sparkling, lips twitching, breasts shaking, and I’m caught in the moment of wonder and amazement that this woman is mine.
Alexandria lifts her hips, sliding up my length until only the head remains buried inside her, then holds herself in place, eyes closing, back arching, and tendrils of hair sticking to her forehead with the exertion from doing all the work.
She sinks back down, rolling her hips as she sets a slow, deliberate, punishing pace that has my blood roaring through my veins, drowning out everything but her.
“Fuck, Alexandria. Tell me you want me, you want this. That you want it all.” Her pussy convulses with each syllable of her name. My hands dig into her hips, anchoring her down, if only for a moment.
“I do,” she admits on a whisper. Her voice is laced with heat and temptation. She rolls her hips against mine. “You said I’m yours, Dante. Which means you’re mine.”
“Fuck, yes. You’re mine and I’m yours. So, move that pretty ass, wife.
Keep driving me out of my goddamn mind.” I sit up, meeting her halfway to capture her mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing her moans and whimpers.
She tastes like rich wine from earlier—intoxicating, heady, and all mine.
I drink her in, my hands moving from her hips to cup the cheeks of her ass, supporting her weight while she fucks me.
My lips drag down from her mouth to her jaw, to the long, delicate column of her throat, until I reach her chest. They wrap around her tight peak, sucking it into my mouth.
I pull sharply, teeth nipping, remembering how she likes it, only to swallow the shattered gasp that tears from her throat before repeating the process.
Her skin pebbles with goose bumps as her pussy tightens its grip on my length and has me muttering a curse in order to not take over.
This is supposed to be her show, but damn if it’s not hard to give up control completely.
“Look at you, so beautiful, taking all of me, riding me like you own me.” Her head drops back, and a long guttural moan is torn from her, knees digging into my sides as she keeps moving up and down.
“Dante, please,” she chokes out. Her breath catches as shivers ripple through her. The pull between us sends a violent rush of heat through my veins, leaving my whole world spinning.
“Don’t hold back, Alexandria. Never hold back,” I growl into her skin.
My fingers press into her cheeks, pulling them apart, feeling wetness coat them, and damn, I wonder if she’d let me play with her more.
I guide her down harder on her next thrust, going deeper, driving myself all the way inside until the headboard rattles against the wall.
“You feel so damn good. I’m about to lose my fucking mind. Don’t stop.”
“Oh god, I feel so full, too full,” she whimpers, though she doesn’t slow down. She lifts herself again, taking my full length over and over again.
“Fuck, yes, so good, too good,” I growl against her neck, biting down lightly on her shoulder.
“You were made for me, made to take every inch of my dick. You know it, too. Look how wet you are for me. Feel how wet you are for me.” She trembles in my lap, an uncontrollable vibration running through her nervous system as her pace grows faster, more desperate.
She’s riding a fine line. Her breathing turns ragged, and her eyes close tightly as she fights to keep her tempo exactly how she wants it.
“Look at me, Alexandria,” I demand. My voice is rough.
Every time she sinks down on me, her cunt pulses around my cock, sending white-hot sparks up my spine.
“Open those pretty eyes of yours and look at the man who’s taking you.
” Her green eyes flutter open, heavy-lidded and burning with passion.
“That’s it,” I murmur. My hand slips between our bodies, and my thumb finds her swollen clit.
I press firmly, circling it in small, relentless motions while my hips thrust upward to meet her every step of the way.
“That’s my wife. Feel how good we are together. How perfect this is.”
“God, Dante,” she sobs. Her nails dig into my skin, scratching me as she tightens her hold.
“Fuck, yeah,” I growl, pushing up hard, matching the relentless circling of my thumb on her clit. “I want more. I want you marking me so much that I carry them on me for days. I want you screaming my name so loudly the whole fucking building knows who you belong to.”
“Dante!” she cries out. Her chest heaves as she throws her head back, and her movements become faster, chasing after the high she so desperately needs.
“Tell me, Alexandria. Tell me who’s with you. Tell me who owns this sweet, tight pussy.” I lean into her ear, brushing the scruff of my five-o’clock shadow along her jaw, keeping my voice low and relentless as I whisper one filthy promise after the other.
“Yours,” she chokes out, her voice echoing around the room. “I’m yours, Dante. Oh god, please.” I press firmer, thrust up harder, and yank her mouth down to mine by cupping the nape of her neck.
“Fuck, yes, you are, wife. Come for me, Alexandria. Let go.” I feel her cunt pulsate around me with each syllable.
Her control snaps in two, and she lets out a loud shattered scream as her orgasm hits in a violent wave.
Her whole body shakes, and her thighs lock tightly on mine, knees digging in.
I grip her waist just as tightly, pulling her flush against my chest as her inner walls milk me ruthlessly.
I thrust my hips up in three hard successions, brutal, relentless, burying myself deeply inside her before painting her walls with my cum.
The sheer intensity of her climax ripples through my body, leaving us both gasping, tangled, and breathless. I collapse back against the pillows, taking her with me, keeping her pinned on top of my chest, right where she belongs.
“You’re insane,” she says aloud after a long silence, her voice hoarse as her heart beats wildly against my ribs. I wrap my arms around her back, tracing the line of her spine.
“I’m not insane, wife.” I let out a low, satisfied laugh, kissing the crown of her head.
I’d pull up the blanket, but neither of us bothered pulling the covers down, so I’ll just have to keep her warm the only way I know how: with me buried inside her.
“I’m a man who knows what he wants, and what I want is you. ”