Page 107 of The Mafia's Broken Vows

I feel full, stretched tight around his fingers, pleasure curling deep inside me. He thrusts his fingers hard and fast, faster than he usually does, and I tuck my mouth against my arm to keep from alerting the entire left wing to what Dante is doing to me, although I’m pretty sure by now everyone is fully aware of what goes on daily in this gym.

Just when I think he’ll finally fuck my pussy and let me come, he spits on my ass and adds a third finger. “Oh fuck. Dante!” The stretching is unbelievable and the emptiness in my pussy worsens, an ache demanding relief now.

“Be good, relax and take it, and maybe I’ll fuck your tight ass,” Dante rasps against my skin.

My heart slams hard against my ribcage. He’s going for it. After all this time of teasing and ass play, he’s finally going to do it.

I nod frantically, canting my hips higher and whimpering with anticipation of how good he’ll feel in my ass. How much he’ll stretch me.

And then his fingers are gone, and he turns me over onto my back while he remains on his haunches between my spread thighs. Confusion furrows my brows, but he rasps, “I want to look deep into your eyes when I take your ass, Addy. I want you to see me as you ache for me.”

I nod, lost in his gaze, as he takes hold of his length and slides it back and forth along my drenched pussy. When his cock is fully covered in my slippery juices, he lifts my hips from the floor onto his thighs, presses the fat head to the bud of my ass, and slowly starts to push in. My fingers dig reflexively into the soft carpet as everything inside me tightens. He’s bigger than anything I’ve ever felt back there.

“Ah, Dante,” I groan.

He stills. “Tell me how that feels, baby.”

“Dante.” I babble again, shutting my eyes tight against the pain and pleasure of the invasion, unable to form more words. But my body speaks eloquently as I involuntarily sink down on him, taking another inch of his cock.

“Ah, God!” He’s too hard, too thick. Too fucking big, but I want him too much to stop.

Finally, I feel his balls on my ass, and I know he’s slid his entire length inside me. The heat and incredible fullness make my breath catch. As there doesn’t seem to be enough oxygen, my mouth opens to drag in gulps of air.

Drool gathers in my mouth, but I can’t for the life of me figure out what to do with it beyond concentrating on breathing in and out and trying not to lose my mind in pain and pleasure.

I do lose my mind anyway because Dante starts to move.

He withdraws a little, then pushes back in, as much as my tightness would allow, but as the speed and depth of his thrusts increase, my ass, now a ring of pure fire around his large cock, sends bolts of panic to my brain.

My hapless pussy, on the other hand, contracts around nothing, begging for the same treatment my ass is getting. My brain seems lost between those signals of intense pleasure and the biting edge of pain, and all I can do is hold on for dear life and . . . feel.

Dante also looks tortured, his mouth open, moans mingling with mine, and his face drawn into a tight mask of pleasure even as he continues to drive in and out of me with a singular focus.

“Adele, every single part of you is mine. Say it,” he commands.

“I’m yours,” I babble. “Oh, Dante, I’ve always been yours.”

And then he’s fucking me even harder, deep strokes, driving me completely insane. My juices flow freely, dripping back between my ass cheeks and coating his cock with more than enough lubrication to let him fuck me hard and deep.

I feel my climax dancing just beyond reach. Teasing me with the promise of explosive pleasure. I want it more than I want my next breath.

He transfers both my wrists to one of his then finally, finally, slips his thumb between us and starts to stroke circles around my clit.

“Oh my God,” I moan, my lids fluttering shut and eyes rolling back. I can no longer keep my eyes on his. And then my orgasm is crashing against me like an avalanche. I scream and buck as my pleasure takes hold and doesn’t let go, suspending me in an endless vortex. “Fuck! Dante.”

“Addy!” Dante growls as his thrusts lose rhythm and gain more force. He slams into me a few more times, his cock swelling. Still, he doesn’t stop flicking my clit, and I don’t stop coming.

And then, with a shout and a violent shudder, his thumb freezes on my clit, and he starts emptying into me. Hot, thick jets of cum spurt into my ass and spill out.

I come down slowly, languidly, basking in the wild intensity of my anal orgasm.

“Are you okay, tesoro?”

My body feels like lead, every muscle screaming in a delicious sort of agony.

“My ass might as well be on fire. And I don’t think I could sit or walk in the next century. But other than that, I loved it. I’d like to go again, actually.”

“Really! Right now?” A few more inches and his eyebrows might collide with his widow’s peak.

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