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He keeps his right hand on my stomach as the other reaches for his belt. Unbuckling and opens his jeans all while his thumb rubs slow circles on my navel. My muscles spasm under the touch. He finally pulls his dick free, giving it a few harsh tugs before looking up at me expectantly.

“Mine too,” I scoff.

“Demanding tonight, aren’t we?”

“You’re just too used to getting your way,” I add, and his hand falls to my pants, popping the button and pulling the zipper down. He looks focused, attention zeroed in on my crotch. I lift my hips slightly, and he pulls my jeans down just enough to easily fit his hand in. A long sigh leaves my chest as Dante’s fingers finally wrap around my dick.

Fuck, I have been waiting for this moment. He’s had me edged for a proper second release ever since last night.

His left hand slithers up and presses at the small of my back, tilting my hips forward as he pulls my dick out from its confines. He encases both of our cocks in his hand, rubbing up and down, trying to spread as much pre-cum for an easier glide.

“Wait,” I stop him. I can see it on his face; he’s just about to bitch about something but stops dead in his tracks as I open my mouth. Sticking my tongue out and letting a generous amount of saliva drip from the tip and onto our hard cocks.

Dante shudders, then grinds out, “Fuck.” His left hand grips my hip and presses so hard his blunt nails leave crescents in my flesh.

I rock forward in his hand, and he grips us tighter. The friction is so deliciously good as he jerks our cocks, effectively spreading the fluid. His unoccupied hand slips further up my shirt to grope at my chest. Kneading the muscle and pulling at my nipple. I suck in a breath. His fingertips press underneath my crown, and my hips jerk.

“Sensitive?” he asks smug. I shoot him a glare, but it’s interrupted by a moan and my eyes almost slipping shut. His hand around our cocks is firm as he jerks us, every few rounds rubbing his palm over the heads and fingers twisting on their way down. All while he thrusts up. When I open my eyes, I drink in the view before me, leaving the scene looking like I’m riding him. It’s enough for a chorus of moans to leave my mouth, and I feel myself getting closer to release.

“You like that? Is this enough of a prerequisite to fuck you?”

I laugh, high-pitched and airy. “You think a handjob and a little blood is enough to earn this puppy his prize?”

He jumps up, dick in hand, before grabbing me by the back of my neck. All survival instinct dies within me as the man swings me around, bends me over, and slams me face first onto the glass table so hard it fucking cracks. My head rings, and my vision shakes from the impact.

Without any warning, he yanks my jeans and boxer briefs down before slapping a hand on my ass cheek.

My hands scramble for purchase on the surface, desperately trying to ground myself.

“It’s a fucking crime to keep this sweet ass away from me,” he growls low against my ear. There are dark splotches swimming in my eyes with a low buzzing in my brain, and I momentarily forget how to talk. The synapses in my head snap between fight or flight, between pushing this animal off me or pulling him further in.

“Adrian?” His voice is softer but still heavy with need. I wrench my head around as much as I can to look at him. Dante’s eyes are nothing but voids, lust spilling from those dark pools over the lids and coating his face in a dusted deep red. Accompanied by the drying blood on his mouth and he looks so fucking sexy.

“How much do you want it?” I’m surprised by my own voice, needy and rough. I want him to beg more, but I also want him to fuck me straight through this glass table. He leans down, peppering kisses over my shoulders and into my nape. A low moan escapes from my throat.

“Please,” he murmurs, “please let me fuck you, let me show you heaven,” he licks my ear, “or Hell, whichever you think is more interesting.”

Fuck, I’m about to retort but am forced to swallow down a moan as I feel his crown rub over my rim.

“Dante—” my hand flies out to his hip, trying to steady him.

“Please, baby,” he bites my shoulder and slaps his cock against my hole. My forehead drops back to the glass as I whine.

“If I don't have you right now, I might go out and murder ten people tonight.” His hands knead the flesh of my ass before slapping me again.

“Please, please, please…” he repeats like a mantra in my ear, and my dick jerks. He doesn't stop his incessant rubbing, and each time his crown catches, it forces a moan from my lips.

“It won’t fit,” I keen breathlessly, and his hips stutter. A part of me anticipates the burn and stretch if he does just shove himself inside me. He groans on top of me and pulls my ass back, and he’s properly rutting like a dog in heat against me. Panting and gripping my waist like a vise.

I steal a glance at him and fuck me. Somewhere in our scuffle, he managed to remove his shirt. Now his naked chest is on full display. Pecks rise and fall as he breathes. The way his abdominal muscles contract each time he thrusts. The way he spits in his hand to lube his cock up. The way he slides said cock against my hole, pressing hard but not pushing through the ring of tight muscle all while I’m a moaning mess beneath his touch.

“Not all the way,” I choke, “not tonight.”

Dante growls low in my ear, “That’s fine, I can compromise.” his words seem more like he’s trying to convince himself. “But know this, Adrian Summers, the next time I find you, you better be ready because I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

“Only if you manage to catch me,” I laugh airily.

Without warning two thick digits press past that tight ring of muscles, coated by a mixture of spit and precum.