Page 174 of Anti-Heroes in Love Duet
“Magnifica,” he practically purred as his abs contracted into fiercely defined boxes and his thighs shook so strongly I thought he might fall over. “Si, Elena,like that. Hard for me, milk that big cock.”
“Dio mio,” I breathed, squirming as my clit throbbed hard and wet leaked down my thighs to my ass, dampening the heels of my feet where they supported my weight. “You’re so sexy. I love having you like this. Love seeing what I do to you.”
“You wreck me,” he grunted, hips knifing forward to thrust even harder into my hand. “From the inside out. You fucking wreck me.”
“Vieni per mei,” I begged.
Come for me.
Dante squeezed his eyes shut, head thrown back to the sky, and heroaredas the first spurt of cum lashed out over my cheek and into my waiting mouth. The salt and musk taste of him exploded on my taste buds. Eagerly, I stuck my tongue out as rope after rope of seed painted my lips and breasts.
He chanted my name as I milked him dry, pumping him with increasingly gentle strokes until he moaned and softly pushed my hand away. Even then, I leaned forward to catch the last drop of spend from his tip.
He leaned against the door, torso heaving with exertion, glistening with sweat in the pale dawn light brightening the whole room with a peachy glow.
“Magnifico,” I echoed back at him, suddenly overwhelmed with tenderness.
I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his hips, my cheek to the pulse thudding hard in his groin. Covered in cum and sweat, my own pussy pulsing with unfulfilled want, I seriously considered staying there forever.
Dante had other plans.
He lifted me by the armpits until I was standing, then spun to push me against the door so quickly I gasped.
“My turn,” he whispered darkly before bending his head to lick his own cum from my breasts.
My breath left my body in awhooshas I watched him clean me with his strong tongue, suck off his juices from my hard, pulsing nipples until I squirmed against him. It was outrageously hot to watch him lap up his own seed, hotter than my prudish mind ever could have fathomed.
He pressed one hand into my stomach to pin me to the door as he attacked my tits with more and more aggression, sucking and biting until pain bloomed just enough to heighten the edgy pleasure.
He fell to his knees with a thud, already reaching around to cup my ass, arms supporting my thighs. When he lifted me, my hands shot into his hair to brace as he held me suspended between the door and his mouth on my sex.
“Holy fuck,” I shouted as his lips wrapped around my clit, and hesucked.
He ate at me ruthlessly, like a starved animal having his first meal in months. There was no gentle gathering of tension at my core, no soft ascension. I’d already been so close to climax just sucking him off that the moment he displayed his strength by lifting me against his lips, I was already this close to coming.
“I have to come, Dante,please,” I begged on a sob as I clutched his hair so hard it must have hurt, holding him so tightly to my pussy he could have suffocated.
His response was a growl I felt vibrate through to the root of my clit and up into my womb.
That was all it took.
The stars wheeling in my vision exploded into a single supernova. Every muscle in my body stiffened, contracting around the burst of energy at my core and then released. Vaguely, I was aware I let out a scream as he ate my cum up, licking and biting at my lips, not slowing or gentling, just driving me so high I thought for one blinding moment, I might actually die.
Only when I went absolutely boneless in his hands, eyes closed, head tipped up like I was drowning and gasping for breath, did Dante finally soften his ministrations. I hummed and squirmed and gasped as he tenderly licked up my swollen folds, cleaning me and soothing my ragged nerves.
When he was done, he shocked me by standing up completely with my thighs still draped over his shoulders.
“Dante,” I gasped on a little laugh as I clung to his hair while he walked us to the bed blindly, only familiarity with the room guiding him.
He dropped me onto the mattress with aplomb and watched as I bounced once, then twice before settling. I let my legs fall wide and extended my arms to him, needing his heavy weight on top of me to ground me after that intense experience.
His eyes were all black, brows lowered with lingering intensity as he crawled onto the bed and caged me with his body, rolling us both so we lay side by side, our limbs naturally tangling together like the roots of a single tree.
His hand brushed through the damp hair over my ear as we stared at each other quietly for a long time. It was peaceful. That nasty voice in my head was still beaten into submission by the intimacy between us, and I relished in it. I focused on the way our damp skin connected, on the mingling of our distinctive scents into one glorious fragrance I wanted to wear every day for the rest of my life.
My fingers tangled in the silver chain of his necklace. I looked down, gently pulling the large, ornate cross up into the small space between us. It was solid silver, heavier than I would have expected, and beautifully detailed with a prone Jesus Christ nailed to its surface.
“It was my mother’s,” Dante offered in a quiet voice, his eyes distant even though he continued to stroke my hair. “Before that, it was her father’s, and before that, his father’s, and so on and so forth. There was a chapel at Pearl Hall, where I grew up, and she always spent a lot of time in there holding this cross as she kneeled on the altar. I asked her once why she did that when I knew she didn’t believe in God. Do you know what she said?”
