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Dante

“That’s two,” I said with a small laugh, supporting her body as I lowered her down.

My cock was back inside her slick, tight pussy before my hands even hit the carpet.

I wasn’t gentle with her. I slammed into her with such force; I knew she would have more than a few carpet burns tomorrow.

Her nails scraped down my back, making me hiss in pain.

Her hands stroked over my hips, reaching between our bodies so that she could circle the base of my cock, squeezing tightly as I slammed into her.

“Fuck,” I growled, picking up the speed, making her tits bounce in front of my face.

She raised her lips to mine, and I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth as she squeezed the base of my cock again, her hand getting covered in her own juices and my pre cum.

I bit down on her lower lip, silently challenging her, and her other hand raked down my back again, bringing me the same level of delicious pain I was bringing her.

I brought my hand to her throat and mimicked her actions, tightening my grip as she tightened hers around the base of my cock.

“If you’re going to choke me, Dante, then fucking choke m—”

The words barely left her throat before I grinned at her and tightened my grip to painful levels, watching tears spring in her eyes as they bulged, her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe.

I watched the darkness cloud over them, the slight panic in her eyes that made her pussy tense even harder in excitement.

She fucking loved every minute of it. She was walking the line between life and death, and the closer to her own demise she got, the fucking wetter she was .

She bucked her hips upwards, matching my rhythm as I continued slamming into her, keeping her upper body pinned to the carpet by her throat. Her hips slammed into the floor, thrust after thrust, but she bounced back up every time to meet my every move.

Her hand left my back, and came up to grip my wrist, gargling beneath my touch as she struggled for breath.

She gave me a small tap, and I immediately let go of her throat, letting her draw in gasp after gasp of deep breaths, her body going wild beneath me, pleading for more, even if she knew she couldn’t take it.

I groaned out loud at the white fingerprints on her throat, and brought my lips to them, dragging my tongue over the prints I created.

She gasped and then moaned as I swirled my tongue over every bruise, every mark, every delicate, sensitive spot in her throat, before licking my way up the side of her neck and nibbling on the edge of her ear.

“Fuck me, Rachel. The noises you make beneath me as you’re struggling for breath are to fucking die for.

That flicker of panic makes my cock fucking ache for you.

You’ve no idea how much I fantasise about this.

How often I’ve woken up hard as a rock, and all I want is to bury my cock so deep inside you that you can’t think of anything other than how much I’m stretching your tight little pussy.

You’ve no idea how many times I’ve jerked off imagining silencing that smart mouth of yours by fucking your throat and hearing those same gags as you choke on me. You drive me fucking mad.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist in response and dug her feet into my ass, pushing me even deeper inside her.

She brought her fingers to my mouth, wiping her fingers over my lips so I could taste the both of us mixed together.

I sucked her fingers one by one, cleaning them of her juices, before I buried my hands beneath her body and rolled us over, holding her hips steady as I seated her on top of me.

She planted her hands on my chest and rocked her hips against me, flipping her hair over onto one shoulder as she took all her pleasure from riding my cock.

I went up on my elbows and watched her tits bounce as she locked eyes with me, her breathy moans filling the air every time she slammed her hips down on me.

She leant forward for a kiss, her hands pushing me back down flat on the floor, and I immediately seized her arms and pinned them behind her back, bringing her chest tight against mine, taking back control as I slammed into her as fast as I could.

She brought her hands to her ass and spread herself open for me, crying out every time I buried my cock balls deep.

“Dante,” she breathed, her head rolling side to side as her legs started to shake wildly. “Dante, I can’t. I need… fuck, I need you to… I can't take anymore, please, please…” she breathed. Her entire body was shaking on top of me, needing the release that she couldn’t find on her own.

“I’ve got you,” I promised, pulling my cock out and fisting it at the base, slapping it along her pussy, and rubbing it over her clit. Her fingers dug into my hair, grabbing fistfuls of it, her hips going wild as she rubbed herself against me, needing that friction.

I grabbed her waist and sat us both up, kissing her deeply as I brought us both to our knees.

I waited just long enough for her body to stop shaking, before I spun her around and spread her legs, pulling her body backwards until her thighs were wrapped around my own.

I sat back, pulling her with me until she was sitting on my thighs, and then I fisted the base of my cock once more and guided it back inside her.

I rocked my hips upwards as she rode me, bringing one of my hands back to her throat, and the other between her legs, seeking out her clit.

I grasped her throat, pushing her head backwards until it was resting on my shoulder and squeezed, tipping her head to the side so I could kiss her at the same time as my other hand played with her clit.

I drew my name, rotating, swirling, stroking, marking her with invisible patterns, listening to her sob into my mouth, her pussy tightening with every letter as though she knew what I was doing.

“Cum for me, Rachel,” I whispered against her lips.

“Let me feel that pussy tighten around my cock again. I need to hear you screaming my name as you cum. I want you to be begging me to stop because it feels so fucking good. Show me what a good girl you are and cum for me.” I picked up the speed of my hips and rotated fast circles around her clit.

“Your fucking pussy is weeping for me. I can hear how wet you are. I can feel your juices running down me, dripping onto my balls. I know how badly you want it. ”

“Fuck, Dante,” she all but screamed, her voice sounding hoarse as her back arched.

I opened my legs a little, spreading her thighs open and thrust harder into her, sending her spiralling into an orgasm that had her entire body shaking and slumping against mine.

I let go of her throat and wrapped my arm around her waist, pinning her to me as I continued slamming into her, wringing out every last bit of pleasure I could.

She couldn’t even scream as her body shook from head to toe, her orgasm taking over her completely. She turned to jelly in my arms, unable to hold her own weight. All she could do was lie against me and take the fucking I was giving her, every last inch of her body responding to the pleasure of it.

“Three,” I whispered down her ear as I picked her up and carried her to the bed and laid her down on her stomach. I climbed on top of her, laying across her back, and wrapped my hand around her hair.

I pushed my cock inside her throbbing pussy, and she almost whimpered, biting down on the bedsheets.

“How badly do you want me to cum inside you, Rachel?” I pulled her hair back and growled down her ear.

“Because I can’t fucking wait. I want to pull out of you and see all my cum leaking out of you.

I want to see your fingers pushing it all back in like the filthy little bitch you are.

Do you think I can make you cum again before that?

” she still had the sheets between her teeth, screaming into them as my hips pounded into her.

I pulled back slightly, my hands going to her ass and spread her cheeks open. I spat onto her loudly, rubbing my spit over her tight hole before I pushed my thumb inside, her ass raising into the air.

She spread her legs wider beneath me and went slightly on her knees so she could thrust up and meet my thrusts, her greedy pussy clamping down on my cock. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel my cock in your tight ass. I want to own every part of you, to see my cum in every hole you own.”

My fingers dug into her ass cheeks as I fought for control, refusing to give in to the tingling feeling in the base of my spine telling me my release was coming. I wanted to feel her cum once more, needing to hear one final lot of screams before I was done.

I let go of her ass and grasped her hips with one hand, pulling her down on my cock. Every thrust caused the bed to slam against the wall, and her nails dug into the sheets, guttural groans leaving her throat, her voice long since gone hoarse.

I slapped her ass hard, once, twice, three times, earning myself a scream every time I did so. Her body was tensing again, her pussy strangling my cock. I pushed my thumb further inside her ass, knowing she was close. Her legs tensed, the shaking taking over once more.

“Dante… please, stop. I can’t… I can’t… it’s too much. I feel like I’m going to explode,” she breathed, her words choppy. I just grinned and slapped her ass again.

“Let go, Rachel. Give in to it. Cum for me one more time.”

She came with a scream, her head shaking from side to side, almost rejecting the orgasm. Her legs went straight and stiff, her pussy clamping down to almost painful levels.

I picked up my pace, pulling my thumb out of her ass, grasping both of her hips as I drove my cock wildly into her tight pussy, feeling my balls slap against her.

I closed my eyes and with a roar of her name, I slammed into her one last time, burying myself to the hilt as I spilled my cum deep inside her.