Tentatively I stood between his knees, uncertain of what he wanted from me. His eyes traveled down the length of my body, but I could only see dark lust there.
“Take off your clothes, Sienna.”
My mouth opened before snapping shut. I did as he told me to, pulling my shirt over my head before slipping my leggings down around my ankles. I kicked them off, letting them puddle on the floor. And through it all, he sat there watching me. My hands reached around my back, unsnapping my bra before I let that fall to the floor as well. Hooking my thumbs around the hem of my panties, I slowly slid them off, my eyes never leaving his. This is what he wanted—to try and humiliate me. But I wouldn’t let him.
When I was naked, I stood there, waiting for him to tell me what to do next. But he said nothing. My eyes traced the hard lines on his face, the sharp edges of his cheeks and jaws, more pronounced than before. His eyes were hooded with want, lashes brushing the tops of his cheeks almost lazily.
Taking my hand, he pulled me down to my knees between his thighs, and I knew what he wanted. I felt his eyes on me as I unzipped his pants, taking out his cock, already hard between my hands. Leaning forward, I took him into my mouth, my tongue sliding over the tip. He hissed at the contact, his fingers slipping through my hair before tightening into a fist.
Without warning, my mouth is pushed down along the length, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I nearly gag, but don’t dare try to move back. There’s a deadly calm in his movements that make me afraid of what he’d do if I refused.
“I like seeing your pretty mouth wrapped around my dick,” he said, voice rumbling through his chest. “I like seeing you on your knees.”
I could feel a hot retort on my tongue, but my mouth was too full of him to reply. Slowly, I move my head up, my lips locking around the hardness between my teeth. I let them skim his sensitive skin at the head, making him jump.
“Watch your teeth, Sienna,” he warned, his fist tightening at the back of my head. I didn’t have a chance to reply before he pushed me back down, forcing me to take it all in.
I swallowed him as best as I could, nearly gagging again as he hit the back of my throat. Slowly, I slid back up, my tongue tracing the veins along the shaft. He shuddered, eyes closing briefly before his hips bucked up again, filling my mouth. I could taste him on my tongue and smell his arousal already. I sucked on the tip, putting everything I’ve ever learned to good use.
It drove him crazy. Gripping my head, he rolled his hips to meet my tongue, thrusting into my mouth as if it were my pussy instead. My hands braced on his thighs, trying to pull back, but he wouldn’t let up. Tears pricked at my eyes as my air was cut off. I couldn’t stop him. It wasn’t the first time I could feel his raw strength against mine.
Right before I thought I was about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, he yanks my head up. I gasped for air, my body trembling, my vision dotted with stars. I closed my eyes, trying to make them disappear. Hauling me to my feet, he forced me back onto his lap, my knees pressed against his hips. Slowly, he guides my hips down, the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance. But then he stopped.
I opened my eyes, finding him staring up at me. Waiting.
“Do you want this?” he asked. His voice was hoarse, loaded with an emotion I couldn’t quite identify.
“I want you, Dante,” I whispered. “All of you. The good and the bad. The ugly and the beautiful. The dark and the light. I just want you.”
His lashes flutter closed before snapping back open. Without him even saying so, I lowered myself onto his cock, shuddering as I slipped down around him. His own body responded, trembling. This time felt different than all the rest. This time, I was giving in to him. Giving him everything. The hand that had been holding back my hair now gripped the back of my neck, locking me in place. My tits bounced each time I let myself be impaled, his cock burying inside me to the hilt.
I fucking loved it.
“Harder,” he said, growling. “Fuck me harder, Sienna. Ride me until you come all over this cock.”
His words send a thrill right through me, making me feel dirty and beautiful all at once. Wanted. Desired. A bitch for him to command. His grip on my neck tightened, helping to push me down harder each time until it was nearly painful. I felt too full, every inch of his shaft deep inside me. I could feel the fissures of pleasure start to build within me, felt his own muscles tensing as he tried to hold back. I tried to stave off my own orgasm, wanting to force him to come first.
But then his hand slipped between my thighs, and everything was lost. His fingers found my clit, circling that sensitive spot. I couldn’t help it. I cried out, my voice mixing with his groans of pleasure. My climax crashed over me, each bounce along his cock sending me further into blissful nothingness.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck me like a bitch. Fuck me like you hate me,” he snarled, yanking my head back. He leaned forward, his fingers wedged between our skin so I couldn’t pull away from his touch. His chest smacked against my breasts with each bounce, my sensitive nipples sparking each time they touched him.
Before I knew it, I was tumbling again. My head tipped back as I let out a low moan, his fingers working furiously between my thighs. My nails dug into his shoulders, trying to hold on to some semblance of sanity, but I was lost to a whole other dimension.
And, just as I thought it couldn’t feel any better, he braced his feet on the floor, thrusting up to meet me. He pounded into me from below, stealing my breath away. I could faintly hear his grunts, his hands now on my shoulders to force me down each time. But I was already lost. The pleasure took over everything. All I could feel was him filling me up so completely, my brain shorting out. I was like putty in his hands, giving up my own attempts to ride it out. He did it for me. All I could do was bounce on his cock as he took control.
I needed him to stop. It was too much. My mouth could barely form the words, and when they did come out, they were weak. Breathless. “Dante, please…” I moaned, feeling as if I were on the edge of collapsing.
“Fucking take it, Sienna.” He impaled me again.
But I couldn’t take it anymore. I slumped against his shoulder, and still, he kept going. Burying my face into his neck, I rode it out, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through me. His thighs flexed beneath me, his sweat mingling with mine and pooling between us. I could feel his teeth grazing my neck, biting into my skin hard enough to make me cry out. And still, he didn’t stop.
It was as if the beast had completely taken over. He wouldn’t stop until he broke me, fucking me into oblivion. When I couldn’t hold on anymore, he flipped me onto the couch, pulling my ass up until I could feel the tip of his cock slipping along the soft entrance once again. With one thrust, he was back inside, plunging in deeper than before. I cried out softly, gasping for air as I tried to keep my eyes open. My body rocked forward each time he pounded into me, the sounds of our skin meeting echoing in my ears.
“Dante, please. I can’t anymore,” I gasped out.
“Yes, you can.” His words were sharp, nearly a snarl, as he continued to fuck me relentlessly.
His hand snaked down my spine, gripping my hair in his fist. My head jerked back, held up only by his hand. Everything else felt like jelly, like I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. It was a wonder I was even able to hold onto consciousness for this long. My pussy was starting to feel sore, yet I could feel it wanting more, milking him for everything he had.