Page 105 of Depraved

“I plan on murdering your pussy, so that’s fair.” He smiles into my throat.

A moan escapes my lips as our hands roam and brush over each other, exploring and blazing a trail of heat wherever we touch.

“You will tell me if I hurt you. Do you understand?”

“I will,” I breathe, “But I want you…the way I like you best. Rough.”

I can see Dante considering my words before he grabs my thighs and lifts. Hoisting me up, I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us toward the bed.

He nips at my collarbone, and I run my hand over his shaved head, letting my head fall back. His knee dips down on the bed as he lays me back, crawling over top, nestling between my spread legs.

“Are you going to make love to me, Dante?” I taunt, feeling his fingers dig lightly into my hips as he presses his hard cock against my center.

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I please. Don’t forget your place, Billy.”

My entire body comes alive, begging, desperate to be fucked. Even with a soft touch, his words are wielded like a threat. There’s no way this man could ever be fucking gentle. It’s not in his DNA.

He doesn’t answer in words; instead, he growls into my breast as he pulls my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and flicking it with his tongue.

“Dante,” I moan, writhing under him.

Dante sits up between my thighs, looking menacing, just how I like him.

“You’re gonna get fucked, Billy.”

My heads nods enthusiastically in response, every nerve ending standing at attention.

“Careful what you wish for.”

He stands, his massive body looming over me, as his words are spoken without a hint of negotiation.

“Roll over.”

I let out a tiny breath, swallowing, before I twist my body over slowly to lay flat on my stomach.

Silence surrounds us until I peek over my shoulder just as a strong hand slaps directly across my ass, leaving a delicious sting and heating me up.

“Fuck. Thank you” I whisper into the comforter.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he warns, his voice filled with the gravel that makes him so fucking sexy. “Scoot to the edge, slowly. And press your clit against the bed as you do it.”

My entire body shudders as I drag myself down the bed, pressing my pelvis forward, feeling the friction. As my legs drop off the bed, I use my hands to push me down until my feet solidly touch the floor.

“Spread ’em.”

I take tiny steps out, my legs spreading wide, open for him to do whatever he wants to me.

“What’s your word?”

“Mercy.”

The word comes out in a rush as I feel his fingers push inside of my pussy, bucking me forward.

“Hold still,” he demands, pressing my lower back to the bed as he pumps his fingers inside of me, owning me. “You’re so fucking tight and wet.”

My breath comes out in pants, my fingers gripping the blanket, bunching it into my palms from the sweet crime of seduction his fingers are committing.

I hear the zipper of his slacks open, and I close my eyes. Biting my lip, the sweet anticipation of him assails my pussy, making me wet. He presses against my entrance, teasing it, circling the head of his cock. It’s a welcomed torture. Pushing up to my tiptoes, I try and move backward to get closer, needing him inside me.