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My belly was clenching with a rush of emotions. It felt great, it felt euphoric . . .

It made me feel alive.

I couldn't speak, all I could do was rock my hips back into his cock. His swelling member slipped through the juice dripping down my thighs. I needed him inside me.

“Good girl, you didn't scream.” Dragging his cock over my tender button, I moaned. “But I'm not done yet.” Tapping my clit with the head of his dick, he chuckled. “I want to hear you beg.”

Another slap came down harder as his free hand clung to my hip, holding me in place. “Beg for me, Ivy, beg me to fuck you.”

Rolling my head over my shoulders, I stared at him through slit lids. I wasn't angry that he had spanked me, I wasn't pissed off that he wanted me to beg for him. The seed had been planted, he had taken me in a way that I never thought I would want.

And now I never wanted to imagine myself without him.

“Fuck me,” I said through air filled words.

“You've got to do better than that. Beg me, Ivy.” Thumbing my clit, Dante teased the entrance. A devilish grin painted his face as he watched me shudder under his touch. “Beg me.”

“Please fuck me, please. I can't take it, Dante, I need you.” My hips swayed, trying to force him inside. “Please fuck me.”

“Good girl.” In one thrust his cock was deep inside me, hands curling over my hips and holding me up. My shoulders fell forward, ass rising higher in the air.

Dante started off slow, his shaft working me open wider for his girth. I could feel all of him. From his swollen head as the crown pressed inside, to the thick veins running down the sides of his cock as he pulsed inside me.

Quickening his pace, I heard his breathing deepen, the moans becoming louder and more drawn out.

My body was in overload. Electricity surged over my skin, penetrating my brain. Dipping my head into the mattress, my eyes closed tight. Fireworks shot off in the darkness of my gaze, the bright colors exploding into beautiful sensations.

Thrust after thrust, Dante took me. Harder and harder he fucked me till my legs were turning into jello and I could barely remember my own name.

“Say it, tell me who I am.” Slamming into me, his balls smacked my clit. Stopping briefly, he spoke low and deep. “Say it.”

“Dante—Dante Pisani, fuck me, don't stop.” Clawing at the blanket, I buried my face into my arm. “Please don't stop.”

Dante grunted, his fingernails digging into the skin around my hips. I felt his body shake, cock pulsing its life into my heat.

Prickles jumped across my skin, the orgasm flooding my body like static. Every hair, every pore, every piece of me was completely awake.

The rush had started in my lower belly, stampeding through my muscles and making my toes curl. Moaning, my head rolled to the side as I fell forward onto my chest. “Oh my god, Dante.”

With a heavy hand, Dante gave my ass one last smack. “I told you.”

Flopping to my back, I threw my hands up over my head. “You told me what?”

“It's only wrong if you don't want it, but we both want it.” Dropping to his haunches, he dragged a hand through his hair. “Now all I need to do is keep it.”