“Dante,” I pleaded, my thighs shaking as he slid the tip of his cock in and out of my pussy, teasing me, driving me wild, making me feel as though I would die if he didn’t do something to relieve this aching need I had in me that only he could fix.
“Tell me.” He hissed, pulling my hair even harder, his hand tightening around my throat.
“You, Dante. I belong to you.”
“And?”
“And I won’t try to leave. I’ll stay here. But please… Please fuck me, please, please…” I no longer cared how easy it was for him to have me begging. I no longer cared about anything other than having his cock inside me.
He laughed low in his throat and then pulled out of me completely, making me cry out loud with frustration.
It wasn’t for long, though. He picked me back up and my legs automatically wrapped around his waist. There was no hesitation in his movements as he thrust his hips upwards, his cock slamming in me to the hilt.
He bent his legs slightly and grabbed hold of my hips, slamming me up and down with such force, such speed, my tits bounced between us.
He grabbed hold of my shirt and ripped it open from the hemline up, pushing the scraps of material off my shoulders. I reached around and unhooked my bra and threw it to the other side of the room, revelling in the groan he made deep in his throat as I freed my tits to his gaze.
“Fucking perfection,” he growled at me, picking up his speed as he watched my tits bounce.
I locked my ankles behind his back, unable to do anything other than accept the brute force of his fucking.
“More,” I challenged, taking his lower lip into my mouth and bit down on it, daring him to pull back as I tasted blood in my mouth.
He accepted the challenge, his fingers biting into my ass as he slammed me down on his cock, stretching my pussy open every time he speared back inside me.
I tightened my entire body around him, using my hands around his neck for support as I did my best to bounce with him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I sucked his tongue into my mouth, both of us wrestling for control as our tongues stroked against each other.
“Fuck me like you mean it. Give me everything you’ve got,” I breathed against his lips, and then squealed as he flew forwards, slamming me against the door with such force the air left my lungs.
I grabbed the top of the doorframe and ground my hips against him, taking the smallest ounce of control as his hands came to my tits, pushing them up and together so he could lather his tongue over each of my nipples. He bit down on them, locking eyes with my own, silently daring me to cry out with pain.
My pussy tensed, causing him to growl low in his throat.
“You’re so fucking greedy for my cock, Rachel. So easily fucking defeated. All you want to do is take my cock like the filthy slut you really are.”
His words nearly had me tipping over the edge, making me almost scream as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
“That’s it,” he breathed, raising his head to whisper into my ear. “Make all the fucking noise you want. Let every member ofthis club know exactly who you belong to. Let them all know what I’m doing to you. You fucking love that they can hear, don’t you? You love them all knowing what sort of dirty whore you really are. Fuck, Rachel,” he groaned, the door rattling behind us as he picked up his speed to impossible levels. “I want them all to hear just as much as you do. I fucking love that I’m the only one who gets to see you out of control like this. Cum on my cock for me. Show me how much you fucking love it.”
“Dante,” I breathed, feeling almost panicked as the pleasure built to levels, I didn’t think I could survive. His hand reached between our bodies, finding my clit with ease. He squeezed it between his fingers, before rolling it between his thumb and his index, matching the speed of his cock pounding into me. My ass raised and fell, smacking against the door behind us.
“I can’t,” I sobbed, but still I bounced on his cock, still I kept forcing my body to accept more.
“You can, darlin’. Let go. I’ve got you. Cum on my cock. Cum like the good girl you are.”
I bit down on my lip, back arching as an orgasm slammed into me. A scream was ripped from my throat, and my fingers dug into his shoulders hard enough to slice open the skin. I tipped my head back against the door, shaking from side to side, feeling my entire body spasmed out of control.
Dante held me the entire time, keeping the same rhythm, making sure he got every last second of pleasure out of my orgasm as he possibly could.
Chapter 15
Dante
Rachel’s body finally began to loosen and calm down. Her breathing was shaky and hands unsteady as she flopped forward, resting her forehead against mine.
I paused for a few seconds, giving us both chance to recover, before I pulled away and grinned at the dishevelled woman in front of me.
“That was one,” I laughed, pulling my cock out of the tight pussy I was becoming obsessed with. She frowned at me for a second before I tightened my grip on her ass, and bent down low, scooping her feet onto my shoulders.
