Page 55 of Do It For Me
I swallow hard. “Will it hurt?”
“Maybe. At the beginning.”
I bite my lip. He gently lifts his hips as I lower myself over him, but the angle is wrong, and he slips against the wrong place.
“It doesn’t fit.”
“It does. How about I hold it to help?”
I nod. His hand moves between us, positioning himself at my entrance. When the tip presses the spot, I slide over him, closing my eyes as a sharp sting shoots through me.
Dante pulls his hand away and lets me set the pace.
“It… hurts,” I whisper.
“That’s because you’re not used to it,” he says in a husky voice.
When I take him fully, I pause, opening my eyes. Dante’s lips are parted, and he’s staring at me as if I were something worth worshipping. He looks even more amazed than the guy in the video.
“Is this okay now?” I ask in a whisper.
“It’s perfect, sweetheart. Now move, or I’ll do it for you.”
Something about the way he speaks—maybe the confidence in his words—makes my stomach tighten.
I slowly lift myself, gritting my teeth as the friction causes a stinging sensation.
“Place your hands on my chest.”
“Like this?” I ask as I comply, feeling the hard muscles beneath my palms while I grind against him.
His grip on the headboard tightens, his breathing growing faster and ragged. “Yes, sweetheart. Just like that.”
This is nothing like what they did to me. It’s different—safer—but I’m afraid I don’t like it as much as I thought I would.
I need more.
I need his hands on me, his lips pressing against mine, trailing down my neck, brushing over my breasts.
I need him everywhere.
I need to feel him, to know that he is in charge. Not them. Never them.
“Touch me,” I pant.
“Are you—”
“Please... I need you to do this. Not me.”
His hands fly to my waist, firm and possessive. He sits up, his body pressing tightly against mine, his face against my breasts. Before I can think, his mouth finds one of my nipples, his teeth grazing it gently as he moves beneath me.
A gasp escapes my lips, and my back arches instinctively. His hand slides lower, gripping my arse as he thrusts into me, each movement sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body.
This feels so good.
“Dante…”
“You’re doing great,amore.”
