Page 813 of One More Kiss

It had been too long since I'd last had sex, and he was just too big. Every nerve in my body tightened as I struggled to accept his thick shaft inside of me.

Dante stroked my hair as his hips stilled. He kissed me, then rasped against my cheek, “Open for me, baby.”

I whimpered, afraid to give in, afraid of the pain.

He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in. My lips fell open on a gasp as I tilted my head back. He thrust in again, then again, each time increasing his pace. It still hurt but now it was more of a dull ache, a feeling of fullness, which heightened the rising pleasure the friction of his cock was causing. He quickened his pace, leaning back slightly as he placed his hands under my knees and pushed my legs higher.

I crisscrossed my ankles around his hips and gave in to his dominance. My body rocked with the power of his thrusts.

“Jesus, you’re tight,” he breathed against my lips.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned. As my body opened to him, the pleasure built with each thrust. That warm fluttering in my stomach had returned.

Releasing my right knee, he stroked my hair and stared deeply into my eyes. “Never.”

A fine sheen of sweat coated both of our bodies as his heavy shaft pounded into me over and over again. Each thrust harder and faster than the last. I clawed at his back as the pressure built to the boiling point.

As if reading my mind, he said, “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

“Oh God.” I had felt nothing like this before; it was almost too intense, too overwhelming. I panicked and shifted my hips back, away from the sheer power of his body.

He twisted his fist into my hair and pulled, bowing my back and tilting my head against the mattress. “Don’t. Don’t pull away from me, Avery. Trust me, baby. I’ve got you.”

I shattered.

A guttural scream of pure pleasure left my body as I squeezed my inner thighs against his hips.

He thrust harder. “Say it. Scream my name,” he commanded.

I obeyed. “Oh God, Dante I’m coming. Oh, God.” My insides clenched around his cock.

“Fuck, baby. Yes. Hold me tighter. Yes,” he groaned as he thrust one last time, burying himself deep inside of me, filling me with his hot seed.

The experience was so intense I fainted.

* * *

Wasit hours or minutes later when I opened my eyes to see Dante standing over me? He was still naked from the waist up,his cock tucked back into his unzipped tuxedo pants.

Then his Glock with a silencer attached pointed directly at me.

Startled, my gaze shot to his face. “Please, Dante. Don’t.”

“I’m sorry, cara mia. It’s the only way.”

Before I could even cry for help, he pulled the trigger.

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