Page 155 of Executing Malice

“Dante...”

I can’t reach for him, can’t even see his head as it works me close to the edge.

“You taste so good,” he breathes against my center. “Turn over, baby. Need my cock in you.”

I do, with his help. I get on my hands and knees, the only comfortable position to take him.

My entire body shudders with the initial stretch of his head. The piercings push against my overly sensitive walls, and I sob into the pillow.

With the baby coming soon, I had to remove my piercings. All of them. the loss of them has left me feeling empty and lost, but Dante promises he’ll put them back after the birth. For now, I have his and that’s okay.

Carefully, he pulls me back until I’m seated on him, my back to his chest and the headboard to keep my balance.

“Ride me, Leila. Get yourself off.”

It’s not as easy as it used to be, but I rock my hips, finding my rhythm. Dante helps by easing a hand between my spread thighs and stroking my clit to match.

“Yes...” I pant, increasing speed, taking him deeper. “Fucking love your cock.”

Dante grunts, hand clamping around my tit, rough fingers pinching the swollen nipple hard enough to make me cry out.

“You feel so fucking good,” he snarls into the back of my shoulder, his voice rough with need.

His hips slam forward, balls smacking wet against me with every thrust, making the headboard rattle against the wall. The rhythm sends shockwaves through me and heat curling low in my belly.

I grip the wood tighter, knuckles whitening, arms shaking. My hips rock back against him, greedy for more, needing him deeper. My belly presses against the sheets, reminding me of just how full I already am by him.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growls, reaching down to spread me wider. His thumb brushes the slick mess he’s created. “On your knees, belly full, still milking my cock like the little whore you always will be. My filthy whore.”

His words ensnare me. They grip me with such primal control I am powerless to do more than clench around him and be exactly what he claims I am.

“That’s it. Squeeze my cock,” he grits out, driving harder, deeper, rutting into me like he can’t get enough. “Fucking cunt is dripping. So fucking wet for me. You love this, don’t you, Leila? Love getting bred on your knees while your parents wait for you downstairs. Do you think they can hear their little girl getting her hole railed?”

Shit.shit!

The words undo me. My thighs tremble, heat flooding between them. He groans when I clench around him, burying himself to the hilt, grinding until I cry out.

“Fuck, that’s it. Take every inch like you were meant to.”

His breathing is ragged, hot against my ear. His teeth graze the tender curve of my neck as the headboard knocks in rhythm with us. The wood creaks, keeping in time to the sound of wet skin filling the room. My breasts sway with every thrust, nipples aching for more for his touch.

“Dante, please...” My voice breaks into a moan as he rubs my clit.

“You’re mine,” he rasps, driving me harder, his cock hitting that spot that makes me see white stars. “When you push this baby out of your tight cunt, I’m putting another one in. Going to make sure everyone in town knows just how often I have your legs spread and my cock pumping you full.”

“Fuck ... Dante ... I’m cumming...”

I convulse around him as my orgasm tears through me, white hot and merciless.

“Greedy whore,” he groans, losing his rhythm, but pounding me through it. “Goddamn it, you’re choking the life out of my cock. Shit, I’m going to ... fuck!”

He buries himself to the root, grinding deep, holding me there as he spills inside me with a guttural growl. His teeth scrape down my neck. His heart hammers against my shoulder blades. He stays with his cock twitching and buried inside me.

“I meant it,” he hisses into my ear like a threat. “You’re giving me another one. Your womb is mine and I’m going to keep it full.” He strokes my belly, slides his hand down to spread my soaked lips. “Keep you on your knees, cunt leaking.” He strokes my still quivering clit. “You have no idea how fucking hard you make me, seeing you like this, knowing I got you knocked up.” He flicks faster, reigniting the flame that has my hips thrashing on his semi erect dick still wedged inside. “Knowing you let me breed you.”

I’m tumbling too fast to remind him I hadn’t. My stupid pills failed, or maybe it really can’t defend against the amount of cum he puts inside me every day. Whatever the case, I’m not angry about it. I want this baby. I want more. I want every filthy thing he whispers to me at night while he pins me down and takes me like he owns me. I want him like this where he can’t keep his hands off me or his cock out of me.

“Love you,” I pant, finally coming up for air as my body gives a final shudder beneath his dancing fingers.

His arms band around me and I’m drawn back against his chest.

“Good. Remember that, because I wasn’t joking about your parents being downstairs.”

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