Page 25 of Savage Book Boyfriend

“Dante?” I’d never done that and I wasn’t sure…

“Shh… still busy.”

I opened my mouth to speak and his finger began working me over. He pulled me so that my legs draped over the edge, lining me up for his shaft. He used his free hand to push inside me. He withdrew his fingers and then pushed them in when he pulled his shaft. One was always inside me, while the other retreated. In… out… in… out…

Breathless.

Something feral built inside me and I needed more of what he was doing.

“Harder…” I coached him.

“That’s my girl.”

His rhythm sped up and his thrusts became less gentle.

“Right there…” I crooned, a sucker for this nasty thing he was doing to me.

“Shh…” He whispered.

I was going to tell him that I couldn’t be quiet, but he gripped my ponytail and pulled me into his strokes.

“Ah!” I licked my lips, appreciating the pain.

“Shut… up…” He hissed.

At first, I thought I’d done something wrong. Then I noticed that the more noises I made, the more his body shook behind me. He liked it when I was vocal. The problem lied in his ability to not come fast.

Willing my bravado, I decided to challenge him.

“Or what?” I asked, looking over my shoulder. “Will I be in trouble?”

“More than you fucking know.”

I spread my legs wider, giving him more depth to stroke into. Pushing upward onto my hands, I bounced back into his thrusts taking him with force.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He chanted, while bucking into me.

“Come on, baby,” I said to him. “Don’t ease up now.”

Dante leaned over me and bit my shoulder as he fucked me into the counter. I saw stars and hoped that I wouldn’t float away to a place I couldn’t come back from. He stood back up, adding another finger inside me, stretching me.

“What happened to you taunting me?” He asked.

Right, I was supposed to say a lot but right now, all I could focus on was the orgasms pounding through me. There were two of them. Both just out of reach, but right there.

“Now you want to be quiet?” Each stroke became punishingly rough.

“Gimme!” I screamed out, loving his side of him. Gentle was nice, but this was damn good.

“Hell yeah!” His hand seemed to be everywhere. My hair, neck, hip, shoulder, on my butt, and even slapping it too.

I screamed loud, not able to hold back as I came.

Dante growled, moving as if he was chasing either one of the orgasms. His thrusts pounded through me and as the second wave hit, I lost all sense of reality.

DANTE

Family dinners weren’t something I was used to. Growing up, my family was distant and complicated, and the DeLucas were...well, I avoided them for a reason. But now, sitting at the table with Beniamino, Massimo, Martina, Tammaro and the rest, I started to see things differently.

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