Chapter 66 #2
Then I pace the room some more, my eyes glued to her sleeping.
Vulnerable. Under our control.
“I’ll take care of you, Carmela. We both will. Make sure no one ever takes you again.”
I want to fuck her. And why shouldn’t I? I’ve fucked her before while she was asleep—pushed my dick inside her while she was on her period. Maybe if I take her clothes off, I can think straight.
I’m standing on the edge of a slippery slope. As I grasp the hem of her T-shirt, I understand I’m already sliding down it.
“So perfect, baby.”
I pull her T-shirt up and roll her onto her back.
“You need to recognize that we belong together, you, me, and Christian.”
I draw it over her head, dropping it to the floor.
“I’ve seen the look on your face ever since the warehouse. You’re confused about this.”
Her panties come down next. The little wet spot I notice makes my head spin. I stare at it, swallow, and drop them next to the T-shirt on the floor.
“Maybe you’ve been telling yourself this won’t work.”
I part her legs and carefully press the tip of one finger between her folds.
“But this doesn’t come with an opt-out clause.”
Wet.
I smirk. “Such a filthy girl, Carmela. You need dick, baby?”
Christian gave me permission.
If he were here right now, he’d be all in.
“I’m going to take good care of you.”
I play with her tits, enjoying how they feel. Squeezing her nipples and rolling them, making them nice and hard. Then I kiss her there, leaving little love bites all over her perfect flesh. Each one is a message to let her know that I was here, that I love her, that I will take care of her.
My dick is dribbling pre-cum all over the bed and her. I swipe my thumb over the head and paint some over her belly and tits.
I want inside her. I need to be inside her.
Rocking back on my heels, I spread her legs wider then use my finger and thumb to open her pussy up. She’s all slick and glistening. Her clit peeping from its hood.
“Did you like that, baby? Did you like what I did?” I push my fingers into her roughly.
She doesn’t so much as murmur. She’s hot, tight, and wet inside.
I rotate my fingers, then scissor them before thrusting them in and out.
Her body responds, even if her mind is asleep, getting wetter the more I play.
Her chest rises in an uneven breath before settling again.
Pushing her knees up and out, I line up… and sink slowly in. My eyes close. I groan. Lowering my lips to the side of her throat, I breathe her in. “That’s my good girl. Taking me how I need. This won’t take long. You’ll feel better once my cum is inside you, won’t you baby?”
I’m going to hell, and I don’t even care. There isn’t even a small part of me that rebels against this, nor do words of caution linger at the back of my mind.
I rock into her with slow thrusts, savoring every one. She is helpless, and I like it—a lot.
In and out. Her pussy feels like it’s trying to suck me back in, clinging to me with every stroke.
I want to draw the moment out, but my balls are tight, and her slick walls are caressing me, releasing a fever into my blood.
I’m shaking with the strain of holding it off. Sweat breaks out across my skin.
So good.
I hold myself inside her, feeling us pulse together. I want her to ache where I’ve been—to wake up full of my cum.
The sensations rise the longer I stay still, and a familiar tingle at the base of my spine tells me that release is inevitable. Carmela is the first and only woman I’ve fucked without a condom. My cum belongs to her and only her.
“It’s all yours, baby,” I whisper against her throat. “Only yours.”
So fucking good inside her.
My heart is pounding; my whole body is trembling violently with the strain of not coming for just a little longer.
“Ah, fuck.”
I exhale heavily, groaning into her throat as the first heavy gush shoots from my dick into her pussy. The rush steals my breath. I sink my hips deeper. Groaning against her flesh. More and more cum shooting into her. I grind into her softness to ensure she’s got every little drop.
My heart rate steadies. I breathe her in, feeling our bodies pulse together.
My arms are shaking. I need to get off her. I pull out slowly, shuddering at the sensation of her gripping me.
As the head of my dick slips out, a gush of cum follows. I push my fingers and the spilled cum back inside her.
“Now that feels nice, doesn’t it, Carmela. All full up.”
I drop down beside her, pull the covers up over her, and roll her onto her side. With her tucked in close, I sink into sleep.
CARMELA
I wake up with a start, disoriented as sensations slam into me.
“Good girl. That feels good, doesn’t it?”
Dante? I’m so confused…sore… aroused. “God, what are you doing?”
“That’s my good girl, come for me.”
He’s above me, moving, his hips sliding back and forth, his cock inside.
My legs are spread wide. My knees bent back against my sides.
Pleasure races like wildfire through me.
My pussy convulses in sharp, sweet, climactic waves.
He plants his palm over my lips, smothering my cries as the pleasure rips me up and spits me back out. My voice turns hoarse.
He keeps his palm over my mouth.
“I need to do you rough,” he says. “But you like that, don’t you, Carmela? You can take it for me. Show me what a filthy good girl you are.”
I groan into his palm. It’s not an acknowledgement, but neither is it a denial.
He pulls out and a gush of cum slides down my inner thighs.
I’m confused again. Why am I so wet? He’s still hard. That he wants to take me roughly implies he hasn’t yet come.
He tumbles me so I’m face down. His hands tremble as he skims them up my back and down where they settle at my waist.
“Is this okay, baby?”
“What?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer. He clamps his hand around my waist, lines up, and pushes into me.
“Dante, I’m so sore. Oh, God!”
He growls, an honest-to-God growl, like he’s an animal, and it lights me up. And then he fucks me, hard, brutal, strokes. I love each and every one.
“Put your hand over your mouth, baby. Don’t want to wake up the rest of the house, do we?”
I do as he says. I’m like a ragdoll being pulled off and on his cock. Our flesh slaps together. I don’t think it matters what sounds come out of our mouths when the sound of our fucking is so loud.
Did Christian arrive? Is he watching? Is this even allowed?
He comes, his body covering mine, the sounds of his pleasure choked out against the side of my throat. He’s holding me too tightly, his fingers sliding back and forth across my swollen clit that is far too sensitive.
I want to come again.
God, why am I so sensitive there? What has he done to me?
My heart is pounding too fast; it feels like it might pound out of my chest. I’m half smothering myself, trying to keep my noises inside. I can feel his cum filling me: I’m drenched with it. I twitch and spasm and jerk.
It’s too much, I can’t take it.
He doesn’t stop.
Why would he? He’s just like Christian in that regard. The mere notion that he’s not going to stop, that he will have my climax—demands it—whether I want it or not, is all the push I need.
I scream into my palm as a release too powerful to contain slams into me.
Then everything goes black.
DANTE
She falls limp in my arms. My dick immediately begins kicking inside her again. Damn, I think I’ve broken it… and her. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve fucked her in the night. But yeah, it was a lot.
She moans weakly.
“It’s alright; I’ve got you.”
“God, Dante, I need a moment.”
I chuckle against her throat.
“Is-is Christian here?”
I nip against her flesh. “No. He gave me permission.” It’s almost daylight outside. I want to fuck her again. But even I’ve got to admit my dick is raw. And I don’t think I’ve got another one in me.
CARMELA
Dante leaves. I’m more confused than ever about him, us, and the wider us that includes Christian.
We need to talk. Historically, we haven’t done a lot of that.
I’m also not sure I’m ready to talk. But it needs to happen soon.