Page 153 of Anti-Heroes in Love Duet
Pressing myself just inside her entrance, I felt the hot clasp of her pussy pulse around me, greedy for more.
“Dio mio, Dante, dai mettimelo dentro,” she panted impatiently, slightly irritated with my demands and teasing but too aroused to stall any longer.
My God, Dante, I want you inside me.
The smile that overtook my face was victorious. Without warning, I rocked my hips hard, seating myself to the root inside her clutching folds. She gasped, swearing softly in Italian as she fought to maintain her grip on the sink. Always the gentleman, I wrapped the length of her thick hair around my fist to help pin her still while I fucked into her. Her head was canted back, but her eyes stayed on the mirror, the gray blown away by the black of her dilated pupils.
“You love this,” I muttered in her ear over the sound of my thighs and balls slapping against her arse. “You love watching what I do to you. How you melt into such a gorgeous wanton for me.”
“Never,” she murmured, her frown knotted, her eyes almost desperate on mine in the reflection. She needed that connection, to watch me watching her. To see the evidence of my unmitigated lust for her and her alone. If she couldn’t see it, I knew it was harder for her to believe in it. “Never before you.”
“I know,” I soothed, moving my free hand around her waist, up between her breasts so I could pull the fabric of her bra and blouse under the swells, plumping them up in the ruched material.
Her nipples pebbled in the cool air, begging for me to pluck at them with punishing fingers. Every time I pinched those furls, her tight pussy rippled around my driving shaft.
“I’m going to make you come all over my cock with our enemies just down the hall,” I told her, watching as her mouth parted wider, her tongue peeking out as if to taste the filth of my words. “You’re going to suck on my fingers while you orgasm so they don’t hear your pretty cries.”
“Capo,” she gasped, her skin vibrating beneath my hands, her muscles quivering like a horse at the gate about to explode into motion.
“Si, Elena,” I agreed, squeezing my hand at her throat just slightly, just to watch the shock widen her eyes and the desire tremble harder through her form. “Your capo. There is no one else. Only me. Only you. Only us.”
A high, keening groan built in her chest and leaked through her red lips as she thrust her hips hard back against my groin, impaling herself almost brutally on my length. I moved my grip high on her throat so I could slide the tips of two fingers into her open mouth, her lips closing around them automatically, sucking fiercely as she moaned. Her body went stiff as a wood plank in my arms and then broke into quaking pieces around me. She tried to thrash, but I pinned her with that hand in her hair and the other at her throat, forcing her to take every ounce of pleasure.
Magnificent.
There was no other word for the way Elena climaxed for me.
It had so much to do with that damp, sucking mouth and the shimmering red hair cascading between us, but it was more than that too.
It was knowing the great walls around her heart, and the ones she carefully erected between her elevated mind and visceral gut were in ruins at our feet.
Because of me.
Because she trusted me to take her where she had never been before.
The power of it seared through me like a hot blade as I held all that glory in my hands. Unable to contain the savageness of my attraction, I released my grip on her hair, covered her back with my entire body, and sank my teeth into her neck over the mark I’d put there earlier that day. My hips punched brutally into that wet, velvet cunt, still trembling with aftershocks that wrenched my orgasm closer and closer to the surface.
“Vienimi dentro, capo mio.”
At first, the words didn’t register. I was so transfixed by the smooth, tight glide of my cock inside her, chasing my orgasm, that I didn’t hear the words, and then, when I understood them, I thought I’d misheard.
Elena was all class and elegance, tightly wound conservatism.
Getting her to melt for me, to pant for me, took work. Getting her to talk dirty took coaxing and sexual coercion.
But she was telling me in that breathless yet demanding whisper,come inside me, my capo.
And that was it.
The beast inside me burst free of its shackles and ravaged her. I held her down ruthlessly as I pounded into her hot pussy, my panting breath in her ear as I grunted and groaned at the ferocity of the pleasure boiling inside me. Seconds later, pleasure singed down my spine like a lightning strike, and I exploded inside her, dick kicking hard against the tight vise grip of her cunt, filling her with spurt after spurt of hot cum.
She shivered as I filled her up, canting her hips up so I was locked deep inside her, at the very entrance to her womb.
Which reminded me, suddenly and shockingly, that we hadn’t been using protection, and we hadn’t spoken about it.
“No condom,” I grunted, capable of only that as I pressed my face into her neck and breathed in the scent of her Chanel Number 5 perfume and a fragrance beneath that was entirely sex, Elena and I mixed elementally.
“No,” she agreed, but her voice was soft, almost tender. Gently, almost shyly, she placed a hand over my loose one still banded around her throat and the other around mine at her belly, and she hugged me to herself. “It’s okay. Pregnancy is still a long shot for me, unfortunately.”
