“Yours!” I sobbed, voice cracking. “It’s yours, Dante — oh God, please — I’m yours!”
The admission seemed to snap something inside him. His pace turned feral. He released my hair only to wrap one strong arm around my waist, holding me in place as he drove into me with short, punishing strokes that ground the head of his c**k against that perfect spot deep inside. His fingers never stopped their assault on my c**t.
Another orgasm crashed into me without mercy.
It was stronger than the others — violent, shattering, almost painful in its intensity. My vision went white. My scream was hoarse and broken as my walls clamped down around his c**k like a vice, pulsing and milking him with rhythmic spasms. My entire body shook uncontrollably. Fresh slick gushed around his shaft, dripping down my
