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“God. Oh God, no more...”
He presses deeper. The heavy object locks me wide.
“What did I tell you about saying another man’s name when I’m fucking you?”
I don’t care what he has to say about anything when the sensation he’s putting me through is unbearable. When the pressure has my vision blurring with tears and stars. I can’t think of anything when I’m cumming. When my body is gripping the metal object and the cock in my ass and milking both like the whore he calls me.
His snarl is savage as he fucks me harder, pushing me through the shuddering quake of my orgasm. His rhythm grows violent, greedy. Each thrust in my ass is a punishment that forces the flashlight deeper, and my body welcomes it with a fresh and new climax that collapses my arms, sending me forward in the dirt. My wet cheek grinds into the earth while my hips keep rising to meet him.
The sound he makes is monstrous, guttural and self-satisfied as his cock drives as far as it can go into my ass. Hot release floods me, thick and endless, mixing with our blood as he empties inside. His body shudders violently against mine, and I sob a ragged moan as the heat fills me.
I think he’s going to pull out, take the flashlight with him, but he ruts through every shudder, dragging his release out until there is only the sound of our gasping breaths. His arms hookaround my middle and drag me back. The light and the cock stay in place as I’m made to sit in his lap.
“Don’t move,” he rasps, voice raw, vibrating through his chest and into my spine. His thighs hold me wide, keeping me open while he reaches between them to grip the flashlight. Keeping it from slipping free. “I wish I could see you right now. See your little holes so full.”
I whimper, head falling back against his shoulder. I barely move as his bloody hand slides lower, smearing crimson across my thighs. His fingers toy with where the bulb part of the flashlight juts out of me. He rocks it just enough to remind me it’s still there. With his free hand, he reaches up to tear off his mask. It’s chucked aside as he focuses once more on bringing me over.
“I’m going to gape you,” he promises, moving the handle, pumping it slowly in and out of me. “I’m going to get you so fucking wide, I can put my whole hand up inside your cunt and touch our baby.”
“Oh fuck, don’t stop,” I whine, caught up in the lingering burn of his cock still nestled in my ass and the iron rod working my channel.
Dante chuckles as he gives me what I want. “Such a good girl.”
“She certainly is.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
DANTE
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“I don’t mean to interrupt, but it’s getting cold, and I don’t think I’m dressed properly for this weather.”
The voice has me scrambling. I detach the flashlight from Leila and pull her clothes back into place before the faint, yellow light appears across the clearing. It sweeps up and pins us in its binding halo.
I push to my feet, taking Leila with me, but keeping her at my back with a firm hand around hers.
“Who are you?” I demand.
There only seems to be one of him. Whatever his size, I know I’ll take him down if it comes to it.
“Why don’t we get out of these woods first? I’m not in the mood to get eaten by rabbits.”
“Rabbits don’t eat meat,” Leila mutters.
“Oh, you’d be surprised what any living creature would do after being starved.” He chuckles to himself like he’d made a hilarious joke. “But seriously, let’s go.”
“Why the hell would we go anywhere with you?” I demand, nudging Leila back, attempting to put distance between us and the fucker several feet away.
“Because I have the gun and you know what they say, the person with the gun makes the rules.”
I push Leila further behind me, covering her completely with my frame.
“What do you want?” I snarl through my teeth.
“To talk, Dante. Like family does.”
Something in my stomach curdles. The acid bubbles, climbing up my chest to burn my throat.
