Warm lips met mine.
He pressed me further into the bannisters. He lifted both of my legs up, heavy from my skates, pulling me closer.
He ran a delicious finger from my lips to the thin fabric covering my chest. He used his thumb and forefinger to circle and pinch harshly at my nipple.
I groaned at the sensation.
He quickly got on his knees, yanking open my zipper.
"Did Rhonda pick out the jeans?" He murmured distastefully.
"Yes." I breathed out.
He pulled down the rough fabric. His eyes twinkling in delight seeing the red lingerie barely covering my centre.
"Did he pick out this?" He smirked, toying with the thin lace.
"No, sir." I stammered.
"So you picked it out for me?"
I bit my lips and nodded quickly. His eyes darkened with desire and underlying rage.
"Use your words." His hold on me tightened in warning.
"Yes, sir."
He pressed on my centre making me groan with need. He slowly pulled the fabric aside and breathed into my centre. He licked the length of it before slowly inserting a finger.
"Fuck." I was still sore from the afternoon.
"Behave." He growled.
He curled his finger deliciously. He soon added another to ravage my body. He bent forward letting his tongue lick up my juices. He
flick my clit, sending delicious pulses to the end of my toes.
"I own you." He whispered into my ear.
His muscles flexing as he gripped my neck tightly.
"Please. Let me come." I moaned, unable to control my building orgasm.
He nodded his head slightly, allowing me to experience the unfathomable high that only he could provide. I rested my head on his chest, exhausted.
But he was far from done. With one yank, he ripped my jeans in half and discarded them on the ice floors.
I stared in astonishment. Dante unzipped his pants, pulling out its length. It was huge and throbbing with desire.
"I don't think- ." But a death stare from him immediately made me clammed my mouth shut.
"You know your safe word."
He teased my opening, sliding his head slick with precum. He continued teasing me, pushing the just tip of his head into me. I knew what he wanted. For me to give up complete control, to beg, crawl for him.
"Please." I whispered.
Dark hair flopped across his sweaty forehead, sticking to it. I dragged out a painful moan as he slammed his whole length in me, straight to his balls. I could feel his length twitching against my walls. I felt myself trying to pull away, crawl away from the pain but he held me close, with one hand wrapped on my neck squeezing a warning and the other on my chest, playing and teasing.
"It hurts."
His hand left my chest and slowly circled my sensitive clit, sending jolts of electrifying pulses down to my toes.
Once he felt me relaxing, he sped up the pace. My back hit the wall harshly and I cried out in pain. Dante placed his hands behind my head, preventing it from smacking against the wall too.
The air around us was cold but the heat between us was electrical.
He was ruthless, pulling out ever so slightly just to pummel me to the hilt. His lips found mine as he swallowed my screams.
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Dante's Love (18+)
RomanceA mature novel in which a very powerful man falls dangerously for a meek girl. - "Come here." A harsh, clear warning rang in his voice. I stood, my cheeks flushed red from the sight before me. Dante's chest was all bare and his fingers were slowly u...
