Delilah's POV
I nodded and then he was pushing inside in one hard thrust that would have made me scream if his palm wasn't there to muffle it. My p***y was still sensitive from my first o****m and the stretch of his c**k was almost too much, that edge between pleasure and pain that made my head spin.
Dante didn't give me time to adjust. He started f*****g me immediately with deep, controlled thrusts that hit spots inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. His hand stayed firm over my mouth while his grip on my wrists was unbreakable, holding me completely immobile.
"So f*****g tight," he growled quietly. "Your p***y's gripping my c**k like you don't want to let go."
Mateo's hand found my c**t, rubbing it in circles that matched Dante's rhythm. The dual stimulation was overwhel
