Page 63 of Wicked

Finally, I drop back down, and I lay on the table covered in sweat.

Dante stays inside me, and as I fight to breathe, he rips off his black eye mask and breathes deep. I stare at his wet chest, black hair, black eyes, six-pack, and V, and I gulp.

Our eyes meet and I stifle a laugh.

I feel alive. So, so alive. It was perfect, and he is perfect. I cannot believe it can be so good. I’d heard a hundred horror stories.

“You okay, little girl?” he asks in his new husky voice.

I nod and wipe a tear away. “Perfect.”

Dante leans down and he kisses me on the cheek. It’s gentle and perfect.

As he pulls slowly out of me, he is careful and sensitive. He puts the used condom and wrapper in a basket, and he pushes his huge, now-used cock inside his tight black trousers.

Lifting me into his arms, he carries me to the four-poster bed. I wrap my arms around his neck, and I feel his warm body close.

As he lays me on the soft four-poster, he places a kiss on my forehead. I am still out of breath, and I am still lost for words.

Dante pulls a wooden chair near the bed, and he slumps in it. He then throws his legs and boots up on the edge of the table.

As we face the fire, I adjust my mask as the storm rolls outside.

I glow inside. I’ve done it. I’ve actuallydone it.

“Thanks for being so… gentle. Also, for the end. When you really, you know, fucked me…” Dante says nothing. “And when you did the clit and nipple things.”

Dante talks low and he talks slow. “That was not fucking, princess.”

I knew he was holding back, and I know he did not want to hurt me. As Dante inhales, I look at his tight black pants.

I spin around on the bed, and I face forwards on my stomach, closer to him. My wings are still on, and my naked rounded butt is exposed. I feel naughty as I watch the fire, and I think back.

I think about other things we could do, and all the things I want to try. Also, all the positions I’ve seen people try. After a minute, Dante looks over and he shakes his head.

“What?” I ask playfully.

Dante leans back towards me, and he strokes my cheek with his thumb. “So, the sleeper has awoken.” I’m already getting wet, and I nod. “It can be a slippery slope, Raven. Be careful!”

“I can cope,” I say, still behind my black mask. “And one day… One day, I’ll be a master like you.”

Dante laughs loudly, and I join him.

“Don’t laugh!” I say, tempted to wrestle him down and show him I’m the boss.

As I glance at Dante in his black boots and tight trousers, he adjusts himself. I can tell his cock is hardening, but I don’t know how he feels.

I want to see him fully naked, and I need to get thatthick cockout again.

As I roll over and walk, I move like a cat. I then pull on his hand and I try to yank him onto the bed. Dante is reluctant, and it’s strange.

Something tells me he is some kind of master at this, but for whatever reason, he is playing hard to get.

“I need more, and you can’t leave it at that,” I say, hands on my hips.

Dante glances up, his eyes dark. “Careful.”

“And I thought you were a real man,” I say, hands on my slutty hips.

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