Page 60 of Depraved

His hand lands lower, hitting the tops of my thighs, faster and faster. Over and over, harder and harder until I’m screaming his name, arching my back, my pussy throbbing with need.

“Dante!” I scream, and he slaps my wet pussy.

I’m thrust forward roughly, my face buried in the bed, as he shoves his mouth down between my thighs, eating my pussy from behind.

My legs tremble as his tongue swirls and flicks around my clit. My nails dig into the sheets until I’m sure I’ll rip through the fabric. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t relent. Dante grabs my thighs, forcing my back to arch to give him a better angle as he destroys my pussy, letting me drop to the bed as he growls.

He yanks me back, lining up to my ass. “What’s my fucking name?”

“Dante” rips from my throat as he pushes inside my ass, using my juices as lube.

The sting around the rim stills my breath, but I love it. I want it to hurt.

“Ah, Sarah. Fuck. You’re perfect. Come with me. Put your fingers on your pussy and come all over that fucking hand while I fill your ass.”

My fingers scramble to my engorged clit, and I rub in frenzied, quick motions as his hips push into me, pounding my ass unforgivably.

We’re animalistic, grunting and thrusting. Slapping sounds fill the room as Dante’s hands claw at my shoulder and ribs until his hand finds purchase around my throat.

His hand covers my throat, fingers splayed along the side of my neck as I feel pressure. All the sensations begin to amplify. His hips grind into me as he slowly squeezes, owning my body, fucking me from behind and denying me air.

I can breathe, but he’s in complete control of me, using my body to fuck himself.

“Come. Come all over your hand. I wanna hear those greedy little moans.”

Whimpers and moans slip from my throat as he applies more pressure, ramming unmercifully, until he hunches over me, gripping my breast with his free hand, fucking me like an animal.

“More,” he growls. “More. Give it to me, Sarah. Give me all of you.”

“Dante, Dante, Dante” is sung out in a chorus as my body tightens, my hips thrusting into the deep rub of my fingers, feeling my body filled from behind.

“It’s never enough. I’ll never have enough,” he grunts as the wave of orgasm begins its crescendo.

Three hard strokes inside my ass, and I burst. My vision goes black as I suck in air, just as his hand gives, and Dante follows with his own release, warmth bursting through my body as he says my name into my shoulder.

We stay like that, bare and breathless, fucking spent, limbs heavy over the other’s. Completely intertwined. Completely lost in each other.

“I want you, like this, in my bed, forever,” he mumbles, and my heart stills.

Because we still have an expiration, and I’ve never hated it more than in this very moment. I could live like this forever.

“Shower,” I request as he lifts his body off mine, pulling out. “Ahh. Give a girl some warning.”

He pats my ass as he lifts off the bed. “Let’s go, Billy. There’s something I want to try with the showerhead.”

Jesus. He’s trying to kill me.

When I don’t move, I’m dragged over the bed and pulled into his arms, my squeals and giggles surrounding us as I’m folded over his arm and carried into the bathroom.

“TELL ME SOMETHING.”IGRIN, running my fingers through her wet hair.

Her body is relaxed back against my chest, as we lie submerged in my oversized tub. The water looks like milk from the scented bath shit she put in—she spouted something about it being relaxing. I didn’t care. I was too busy staring at her ass as she added it to the tub.

“That sounds like a serious question brewing.” She laughs, and her tits bounce lightly.

My hands knead and tweak her nipples, and she moans.

“How do you know I’m going to ask something serious? Maybe I’m going to ask what your favorite ice cream is.”