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Dante

Rachel’s body finally began to loosen and calm down. Her breathing was shaky and hands unsteady as she flopped forward, resting her forehead against mine.

I paused for a few seconds, giving us both chance to recover, before I pulled away and grinned at the dishevelled woman in front of me.

“That was one,” I laughed, pulling my cock out of the tight pussy I was becoming obsessed with. She frowned at me for a second before I tightened my grip on her ass, and bent down low, scooping her feet onto my shoulders.

She squealed as I stood back up and bent her body in half, her knees coming up near her face with her ass sitting on my chest. Rachel tried to rest her feet over my shoulders, but I held her feet in place and pushed her legs open at the knees.

Her pussy was mere inches away from me, still throbbing from her last orgasm. I looked at her, the creamy wetness from our last session running out of her.

“Mine,” I growled, flattening my tongue against her to lap up her juices before I pushed my tongue into her tight hole.

She instantly tightened around me, her hands coming to the side of my face to reach below me. She spread open her pussy lips, offering herself up to me, and it was all I could do not to fucking cum on the spot.

Fucking hell, this woman will be the death of me.

Rachel looked down at me with those huge fucking eyes, her hungry gaze screaming at me, begging with me, pleading with me.

She might pretend she didn’t want this. She might pretend that she could live without me.

She might pretend that sex was all that was between us, but the truth was, the amazing sex life we had was a manifestation of the feelings that were growing.

We were not emotional people, and we weren’t always the best at expressing ourselves. Until it came to this.

This is what kept us going. And yes, it was enough to build a relationship on, because this was an expression of everything we were feeling but were too fucking scared to say out loud.

“Dante,” she breathed from above me, her hands sinking into my hair.

The sound of her breathy sob was my undoing. I pushed my face into her pussy and ate her like a man fucking starved.

This is why gluttony is a sin. I could stay here forever, her legs bracketing my head, keeping me trapped in my own delicious hell. The taste of her on my tongue is enough to drive any man wild, and eating her pussy is one sin I'll never fucking give up.

Her cunt rubbed over my lips, her arousal spilling down my chin, and I was fucking lost. This woman drove me fucking mad.

She was a poison in my veins, and every hour, every God damn minute, she seeped further and further into me.

There was no ridding me of her. She was a part of me.

I'd kill any poor fool who even tried to take her.

She doesn't know it yet. She thinks she does, but she has no idea. She thinks she's seen possessive. She has no fucking idea. There are no lengths I won't go to. No crime I won't commit.

She's mine.

I lapped at her pussy like it was the very air I needed to fucking breathe, hearing her moan my name above me. I tightened my grip on her ass and pushed my face even deeper into her pussy lips, sinking my tongue inside her.

“Dante,” she almost screamed, grinding her pussy against my face, her clit rubbing against my nose, giving her the friction she was seeking as my tongue darted in and out of her.

This fucking woman!

She's so free with me. So selfish. Her greedy little cunt wringing every last bit of pleasure it can from me and I'm nothing if not a generous man.I’ll give her everything she fucking wants.

She groaned low in her throat as I took her clit into my mouth again, scraping my teeth down it with just the right amount of pressure to cause her the pain that she loved, before I flicked it with my tongue in a fast rhythm that had her panting and clutching at my head for more .

“God, Dante,” she panted. “Your tongue is fucking magic. Please, please,”

I sucked her clit tight between my lips and looked up, locking eyes with her as I gently shook my head back and forth, sucking tighter and tighter on her clit. She closed her eyes, and I dug my fingers into her ass as hard as I could, making her cry out with pain until she looked at me again.

I wanted to look into her fucking eyes when I made her cum on my tongue. I wanted to see it all.

She got the message, keeping her eyes open, even if they did roll into the back of her head for a moment as I brought one hand away from her ass and pushed two fingers inside her.

“Dante!” she screamed as I slipped a third in, my head still shaking from side to side, never letting go of the pressure I had on her clit. I saw the moment her orgasm reached its peak, slamming into her body like an explosion.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs to steady her as she screamed until her voice was hoarse, her entire body jerking and pulsing in rhythm with her orgasm.

I didn’t give her time to recover. I pulled away from her and lowered her legs to my waist before I spun us around and dropped us both to the floor.