Page 99 of Wicked

As I paw his wet thighs, I take more inside me. I’m forced to remember he’s far bigger than most. I will no doubt have a sore jaw, but that pain will come second to pleasure.

“All those games and bossing me around,” I say between sucking. “Teaching me this and teaching me that. Well, this is one thing you can’t fucking teach me.”

As I suck his cock and fist him hard, he grabs my hair and hisses.

I pull away from fucking him with my mouth, and I talk low.

“You will come in my mouth.”

I pump my teacher’s cock with my sinful lips as the warm sea water returns. It swirls around our ankles, my knees, my waist, and it kisses my slick folds.

As I cup Dante’s balls, I stroke him and suck. He is now fisting my hair and almost fucking my mouth.

I cannot believe how hard the crown is or how distinct the veins are inside my throat. I soon have him close, and he growls, almost begging.

I want him to shoot his cum inside my mouth, and I want him to know I can control him. That it’s not a one-way street!

As I feel him seconds away, I stare up and pump.

“Oh, Raven, oh yes.”

My name on his lips urges me on, and I push him over the edge as violently as I can. Suddenly, his cock twitches, and he holds my head. He pumps into my face and cum shoots deep inside my throat.

I’m astounded at the amount, and above me, he stares down, mouth open, eyes open and groaning. As I lick the last drip from him, he drops down to the sand and we kiss.

The sea swirls around us, and it comes up to our waists. We’re cleaned, cleansed, and calmed.

Slowly, we stand, and hand in hand, we walk back to our clothes through the water. We stop closer to our clothing, and we look back towards the cliff. To a place we will never forget.

As we walk up the cliff, in our gown and suit, we carry our shoes. We walk hand in hand, for some reason. Our fingers found each other again.

I’m unsure if it was the danger at the wedding or if it was just the sex. What we had done was passionate, brutal, and wicked.

It feels unique, and as if it has drawn us together, and now… now we are one.

Or are we?

As we undressin front of the fire, we pat Tito, who is over the moon to see us. Dante places more logs on the embers, and we lay on the four-poster bed, watching the flames and Tito. After a while, Tito walks near the bed, and I reach down and rub his ear. Gently, he puts his paws on the edge, and he looks up at us.

His eyes are soft and loving as I rub him gently. Things feel good. Better than good, they feel fantastic.

“I like our dog,” I say before realizing what I’ve said.

Oh shit.

I start to freak out when Dante pats Tito’s head with me. “Me too. He’s a good dog.” I sigh in silent relief as Tito trots back to where he likes it by the roaring fire.

Dante adjusts his position, and he sits up against the huge bed’s headboard. I’ve started to really enjoy sitting inside his spread legs, leaning against him and his chest. I feel close to him, and I feel wanted and protected.

As he plays with my hair again, I glow. I love it when he does that, and it’s gentle and soft, unlike most other sides of the man in the bed.

I feel content for some reason, and I feel his lips kiss my head.

“You need to move in.”

I pause, unsure what to say. Dante said it more as a command than an offer.

“For more education.”

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