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“Agh fuck.” The words get stuck in my throat as pain and heat spread throughout my senses. Everything zeroes to the feel of my hole stretching to accommodate his fingers. It burns and stretches as his fingers explore my insides. He pulls out and shoves back in and a full body shudder rips through my figure. I grunt each time his fingers thrust deep inside me.

“Your hole is so fucking hot baby,” he pants and moans against the side of my face. My brows knit together. I’m trying to steady my breathing and relax my body but with each thrust I tense back up.

“Tell me it’s good for you,” he whispers and I bite my lip.

Every time he presses in, he comes dangerously close to a place that sends electrifying pleasure to my brain. His hand wraps around my throat and I’m pulled back against his hard chest.

“Adrian talk to me,” he bites and kisses my nape, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Just slow down you bastard,” I breathe.

He chuckles, “Too much for you baby?”

“Fuck you,” I moan out.

His fingers now press in an area inside me that makes my breathing becoming messier.

Dante only laughs and kisses the side of my face before snaking his hand around my waist, gripping my leaking cock. Stroking me from the base up to my tip, thumbing at the slit as pre-cum dribbles out.

“Just relax,” he coos while stroking my cock and sliding his fingers in deeper. I lean my head back against his shoulder, and we’re almost face to face again. I start licking the blood on his lips.

Dante rewards me with a groan before shoving his tongue in my mouth, proceeding to kiss the breath from my lungs. He licks over my teeth, then bites and tugs on my bottom lip before kissing a path to my jaw, nipping at the skin.

My hips absently press back to meet every slide of those digits inside me. The stretch and searing heat adds to the already pleasurable buzz vibrating throughout my body.

After furiously assaulting my skin, Dante pushes me back down by my nape. My chest’s now flush with the table, and he angles my hips slightly up. I want to ask what he’s doing but when he slides his fingers back in, curling and pressing against a bundle of nerves that has me moaning low and filthy.

Goose bumps break out over my skin, and I'm squirming in his embrace as he relentlessly pounds that place over and over again.

“Fuck Adrian, you’re so tight,” Dante growls behind me and all I can answer is with a string of uncontrollable, whiny moans.

“So good,” he bites the skin over my shoulder blade, “so fucking good.” his tongue smooths over the tender flesh. His thrusting never stops, though. There’s a heat spreading from my core, reaching out to the tips of my toes and screwing with the thoughts in my head.

“Fuck, Dante, I’m close,” I whimper like the pathetic little stray I am after all.

“You’re gripping me so tightly, fuck I wish my cock was inside you,” he pants low into my ear before gripping between my legs and jerking me, twisting with such delicious friction that my head completely blanks.

White spots burst in my vision as my orgasm finally hits. Cum spurts all over the table.

I groan when I feel Dante’s cock at my rim. He doesn’t push in but resumes rubbing his length between my ass cheeks.

“Fuck, I just wanna shove it inside,” he growls atop me, gripping my hips. I moan filthily, hand reaching back to grab at the base of his dick, hoping to provide enough friction.

“Cum on me,” I whine, tightening my fingers as he thrusts faster. He leans over me again, messily licking the shell of my ear and groaning uncontrollably. His arms bracket my upper body, and by now I am essentially just jerking him off. It feels good, though; every time he moans my name, my head swims. He thrusts through my fingers, against my ass, rocking my body forward with the motion.

“I’m gonna cum...” He whispers over and over, his hips stuttering. Dante leans down and bites my shoulder hard. Heat and pain spread from where his teeth tear into me, and I moan, feeling his hot cum splatter over my ass and back.

He thrusts shallowly, riding out the wave of his orgasm.

Dante collapses on top of me.

“Oh God, that was,” he nuzzles his nose into my hair, “that is definitely in my top five for the hardest nut I’ve ever experienced.”

I snort, a raspy laugh leaving my throat before I can stop it.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, cocking a brow as I turn my head to look at him.

“You’re an idiot.” My mind is hazy with the afterglow, and contentment settles deep within my core. Dante flips me over, so I’m facing him. He’s smiling, lazy and seemingly satiated.