Chapter 6 #3
“I should feel some type of way about that,” I laugh.
“You were an adult when I met you, Ava. It’s not like you were a kid and I watched you grow up,” he laughs. “Also, Hannah used a picture of the two of you in her dating profile. I assumed it was you I was meeting. She didn’t have an age listed so I didn’t know either way.”
“So, you thought you… a thirty-five-year-old… was meeting an eighteen-year-old?” I ask.
“You didn't look that young but yes,” he says. “I didn’t hear you complaining last night.”
“You had my mouth covered, so of course you wouldn’t have. Although, I guess that’s a way to get around being told no,” I laugh.
“Would you have said no?” he asks.
“No, but you definitely bruised my cervix,” I say, and he laughs. The last bite of my food and set my bowl down. “What do you want?”
“You,” he says simply.
“I’m serious,” I frown.
“I am too. I want you, Ava. I want to finally catch her so that I can divorce her and her not take half my fucking paycheck. Then… I want to get away from her. What I did last night I wanna do to you every night for as long as you’ll have me,” he says.
“You mean…”
“I meant it when I said that you are mine, Ava,” he says as stands with his bowl.
“Danny called me a fat whore when I told him I wasn’t interested anymore,” I say as I follow him back into the house.
“Well, he’s scum. Fuck him.”
Dante checks to make sure Mom is gone before coming over to me at the sink. He puts his hands on either side of me and softly kisses my neck. I drop my bowl and he chuckles. “Keep washing dishes.”
“Dante,” I whine when he pulls my leggings down and spreads my legs apart.
“Don’t stop,” he says as he leans me over the sink.
“Or what?” I ask.
“Or I won’t go easy on you twice,” he whispers in my ear.
“Prove it,” I say as I shut the water off. Dante growls and turns to me so he can pick me up. He has me slung over his shoulder and smacks my ass hard as he carries me to my room.
He kicks my door shut before flipping the lock, then tosses me on my bed, making me giggle. He takes the rest of my clothes off before getting out of his and goes to my dresser.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Looking for your little battery-operated boyfriend that I know that you use here while you think of me touching you,” he says. “Ah ha.” He pulls out my wand massager and I groan.
“You’re going to kill me with orgasms,” I say.
“You have lube,” he says with a conniving grin.
“Yeah. Sometimes people use lube,” I laugh.
“Has anyone ever taken your ass?” he asks as he walks closer.
“No,” I say quickly and try to scoot away from him.
He laughs at my lame attempt to get away as he flips me to my belly and pins me with his hand between my shoulders.
He shifts me so that I am bent over the side of the bed with my feet dangling and the wand is pressed against my clit but pinned in place.
“Dante, wait. Wait. You’re way too big for me… oh God,” I moan loudly when he turns the wand on. “You’re too big. Please… Fuckfuckfuck. Oh my god. Yes.” He turns the wand on high to shut me up and I immediately start to come.
“Relax, sweetie. I’ve got you,” he says as he spreads lube on my ass. When he teases me with the head of his cock, I know that he’s about to surge into me.
“Fuck. No, no, no. Please go slow,” I moan loudly.
I go to beg him again to go slow, but he times his thrust with the build of an orgasm.
Right as one is about to break, he buries himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke.
I scream into the mattress as I come. He doesn’t move for a second, but when he does, he starts relentlessly pounding into me.
I return to that same constant orgasmic state.
He has one hand on the back of my neck, pressing me into the mattress, and the other tightly gripping my waist. I can feel him as he surges into my belly. “Such a tight little ass,” he growls.
“Harder, harder, please harder. Oh my God. Oh my… fuck. I’m gonna come. Oh, please,” I moan wildly.
Dante grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back as he wraps his hand around my throat.
When he squeezes, my air is cut off. I don’t panic because I trust him.
He is still fucking me harder and harder, and even if he was letting me breathe, I wouldn’t be able to.
Stars flood my vision as another orgasm builds but he lets go right before it breaks.
We both hear the front door open, and he pushes my face into the mattress as I come.
He pulls me up to stand and shuts the wand off when we hear footsteps.
He slows down but he doesn’t stop. I am smacking his arm but just grabs me around my elbows to pull my arms behind my back so he can rut into me without me having use of my arms anymore.
He slows down even more when Mom knocks on my door. “Ava?”
“Yeah?” I choke out.
“Can I come in?”
“No,” I say. “What do you need?” Another orgasm is building but he won’t stop. He is still pushing deep inside of me, only slower than before.”
“Where is Dante?”
“I think he went for a walk,” I lie.
“Oh… well… come talk to me later,” she says.
“Kay,” I choke out. Dante pulls me back against his chest and covers my mouth as he pinches my clit between his fingers so he can roughly roll it. I squeeze my eyes and hold my breath as an orgasm slams down on me. I am stunned when my arousal floods from my pussy and I whimper against his hand.
Mom goes into her office and shuts the door as Dante moves me to the bed. He keeps his hand over my mouth and puts most of his weight on me as he resumes fucking me as hard as he can.
My body is practically convulsing from the rapid-fire orgasms that he is pulling out of me. I don’t know how he has this kind of effect on me, but I don’t want to stop. I want him to keep forcefully fucking me while I fall apart for him.
When my orgasm hits me again, I drag him down with me. He bites my shoulder hard as he groans and fills me with come. “Fuck, Ava. Next time I will be fucking that throat,” he pants.
I submit my final before shutting my laptop, standing up, and putting my shoes on. Mom left about ten minutes ago, and Dante got done with his work not long after.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Dante asks when I set my purse on the couch.
“Do you still want to be married to the she-devil or do you want to be able to fuck me whenever you want?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Good point. Let’s go,” he smirks.
“How do you know where she will be?” I ask as we walk to my car. I toss him the keys and we get in.
“Because I may or may not have shared the location from her phone to mine,” he laughs.
“Where is she?” I ask. He pulls out his phone and shakes his head.
“She’s driving down route 17,” he says as he backs out of the driveway.
“I thought she was going the opposite direction?”
“I thought so too,” he shrugs.
We stop, fill up the tank, and grab some snacks before getting back on the road. It’s a warm day so we have the windows down and the music turned up. I’m singing along to a song when I notice he is smiling and glancing over at me occasionally.
“What?” I ask, pausing the music.
“Nothing. It’s just nice to see you relaxed,” he says. “At home, you’re very guarded.”
“I think that’s just a reaction from living with Mom,” I say. “Can I ask you something?”
“You can.”
“Why did you marry her? Like… if you never loved her, then why did you stay?”
“Because of you,” he says. “I wanted to be close to you. I thought being with you was out of the realm of possibilities, but I was willing to take whatever I could get. I just wanted to be close to you,” he says.
“You were willing to sacrifice your happiness just to be able to be close to me?” I ask and he nods. “That's the sweetest thing I think anyone has ever done, Dante.”
“You have low standards then,” he laughs and holds out his hand for me to take. When I give him my hand he kisses it softly. “I love you, Ava. I have for a long time, and I’m done hiding behind excuses on why not to tell you. I’m not asking for anything other than a chance to make you happy.”
“You do make me happy,” I say. “And it’s confusing… but I love you too.”
“You don’t…”
“The quickest way to piss me off is to not believe me when I say something. You should know this,” I say.
“I know,” he smirks. “Just afraid it’s not actually real, ya know?”
“Do you want to know what I love about you, Dante?” I ask.
“I do,” he smiles.
“You are sensitive and have emotion but you’re protective,” I say. “You have real emotions but you're not afraid to hold me down and fuck me until I can’t breathe. You are all-consuming, but you make it feel so fucking good. It’s comforting to be considered but also controlled. Ya know?”
“It’s funny you say that, because emotion is why your mother is mad at me half the time,” he says quietly.
“She’s done a lot of damage to the both of us,” I say as I kiss his hand like he did me before resting it in my lap.
He unhooks my seat belt and pulls me into the center seat. I put my seatbelt back on and lay my head on his shoulder.
It should feel weird to be sitting here like this with him, but it’s not.
It feels like this is how it should have always been.
I think back to all the times we spent alone together and how attentive he’s been to me.
He’s always bringing me food and water. He is always making sure I’ve taken care of myself.
He’s never been like a parental figure but more like a best friend who genuinely cares about me.
We keep following Mom on the GPS. She stops for a while at a restaurant, so we are able to catch up to her within a quarter of a mile.
When she stops for gas, we park around the building out of sight.
Eventually, she pulls up to a house. It’s getting dark out, so we shut the lights off and park a block away.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Let’s do it,” he smiles.