“Condom. Come soon,” I whimper desperate.
“Too soon,” Dante growls, exploring my tight pussy and making me beg.
I need to lose my V card, and I don’t trust the universe. No more obstacles.
“Please, I want, need…”
As Dante growls reluctantly, he reaches along the table. I pull his huge cock from his pants, and I gulp. From a wooden bowl that has used champagne corks and a Swiss knife, he pulls a condom wrapper.
He tears it open fast, and he slides it down in one clean sweep. I gasp as he lines up and I see the size of it.
As Dante slides my butt forwards, I start to get nervous. His huge crown rests at my wet lips. I don’t think I’ll be able to get it all inside me.
As he steps closer, I wrap my arms around his masked head. Dante pauses, and I understand from his eyes. I nod and stare straight into his black, black eyes. “Please.”
He holds my butt with one hand, and he holds his huge shaft in the other.
Dante rubs his crown against my clit, and I pant and gasp. He does not stop, and it’s almost too much.
He then swipes himself up and down my slickness, and I inhale. “Oh God!” As he pushes against my wet, hungry lips, I moan and flinch.
“Relax,” he says softly, but it’s more of a command.
Dante holds my jaw, and he watches my eyes inches away. Our faces are just touching, and then, ever so slowly, he enters me.
He does it with perfect control, perfect connection, and he is gentle. As I pant and stretch, I fight to breathe. “So big,” I huff. “So… big.” I know just the crown is in, maybe a little more.
“You’re too tight, princess,” Dante says as a growl before stopping.
“No,” I say, “please, please just push.”
Dante’s eyes twinkle, and he smiles. “Just relax, just relax…”
I nod and try to breathe as our eyes connect in the firelight. Our faces are still inches apart, and my mouth is open in amazement.
I stop breathing as he pushes deeper into me. Our eyes remain locked, and I feel myself stretched wide.
Just when I think he’s slid his entire cock inside me, he pushes even more in. My pussy is stretched wider and deeper, and even if it burns, it starts to feel incredible.
I moan and pant, unable to take much more. I’m now sweating fireside, and our bodies glint in the light.
“Shhh… Shhh…” he coos as my body and chest surges.
Dante pauses and then he holds my wrists tight.
“What?” I gasp, unsure.
“Trust me,” he commands.
I look at the man inside me, and in his black mask, black boots, and black silky gloves, he looks dangerous and hot.
With his thick cock buried inside me, he commands me, “Lay back!”
As I obey, he slowly lowers me back, holding my weight by my wrists. Waist high, I lay back on the table, and I feel more comfortable. I am now on the table in front of Dante, and he is deep inside me, all of the way.
As my body relaxes, he takes my hips and pulls me forwards. More of him enters me and I moan, feeling myself pushed to the limit.
I am amazed at the feeling, and I know I’m drippingon the table.
