Page 57 of Do It For Me
I do. I have no idea what I’m doing, but it feels so good—really good.
“Put your tits on my face, sweetheart.”
As I move up and down his erection, I lean forward. His hands grip both of my breasts, and when he sucks on my nipples, the sensation makes me lose control. I scream as my release rushes through me, soaking us both. My walls clench tightly around his girth, but I can’t stop moving, desperate for the friction against my clit.
“You said… you’d do it harder if I said stop,” I pant, my voice shaking with pleasure.
“Yes.”
“Then please… stop.”
I feel his smile against my chest as he presses a kiss to my skin. His hands grip my waist, locking me in place. Without warning, he starts thrusting into me, so hard and fast I can’t even process what he’s doing.
I grab the headboard to steady myself. His mouth finds my nipple again, sucking so hard that I shatter once more. A scream rips from my throat as waves of pleasure crash through me.
“Sei mia, ragnetta.”
I melt. “Dante—I’m—”
“Will you let me fill you up?” he grunts.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“You like how my cock feels inside you?”
“Yes… Yes! Oh, God.”
His hand slides to my throat, and when he squeezes, it tips me over the edge. I explode around him, screaming his name as his grip anchors me in place. My breasts bounce against his face with each deep thrust.
He finishes inside me, and we both stay in the same position, catching our breath.
I feel so full of him—and yet it’s not enough.
I want more.
I want all of him. I want to remember his touch every time I touch myself. I want his every word carved into my memory; his essence imprinted on my soul. I want him to take everything, until nothing of me remains untouched by him. I want him to own my past, my present… and for us to share our future. Together.
He will get me my freedom, and even when I’m free, I’ll choose him.
I roll to my side of the bed, feeling the emptiness creeping in, as if a piece of me is now missing.
“Where are you going?” he asks, smiling.
I giggle when he pulls me back on top of him, our bare bodies pressing together.
“I thought you’d leave,” I admit.
“Why would I leave?”
I shrug, biting my lip. “I don’t know… no one else stayed.”
His brow furrows, concern darkening his features. My cheeks burn as I realise I’ve said too much.
I shouldn’t have let that slip. He won’t want me if he knows how filthy I am.
“You’re our whore, girl. No one else’s”.
“You’re such a dirty little thing. Look at you, so wet for us”
