Page 69 of The Contract

I sit partway up and pull my t-shirt off. Dante tackles me back down and assaults my mouth with a brutal, claiming kiss. He bites at me and tugs my bottom lip with his teeth. I moan and open to him. His tongue spears into my mouth with hunger and aggression, practically devouring me, and I love it.

I chase his tongue with mine, and it makes him even more aggressive. He reaches down and grips my cock through my underwear. He makes a pleased and predatory sound when a shudder wracks my body.

He releases my cock, but the back of his hand is still rubbing against it as he starts working at the fly of his pants. Suddenly there’s a lot of tugging and shoving, and my ass lifts a little as my jeans and underwear are wrenched down. I’m distracted by the way my dick gets tugged by the dragging cloth, so I’m not quite prepared for the abrupt sensation of his bare cock against mine. As I cry out and arch into him, he switches from kissing me to biting and sucking at my neck.

It’s so fucking erotic that I almost come. His hard, leaking cock is gliding against mine. His hand is moving between us, cupping and tugging my balls, then cupping and tugging his own. But it’s when he takes both our cocks in his grip and ruts against me that I cry out sharply. He pinches the tip of my dick, stopping my orgasm. My cry becomes one of frustration. I want to come. I need to.

But he doesn’t let me. He edges me again and again and again. I don’t even know at what point he got both our pants fully off. I don’t remember getting dragged up further onto the bed.

He bites my nipple hard enough to hurt. I spasm under him, initially angry, but my spasm makes my ass clench around the plug, and I moan.

When Dante draws away, I whimper. I’m past caring if it sounds needy. Iamneedy. He’s only getting the lube, but I can’t handle the separation. I crawl after him. I crawl into his lap.

He chuckles softly, but he seems pleased. He lets me straddle him, like I did last night at Lush. I didn’t get to come then. He left me then. He’s not leaving me now. I won’t let him.

For the first time ever, I wrap my arms fully around him. His breathing stutters at first. He stiffens a little, then he relaxes and holds me against him. My hips are rocking, grinding my cock against his. My ass is clenching on the plug.

It feels so good that I rock harder. Dante has gone still, though his breathing is harsh. I’m too lost in my need to think much about it. I just want more. I wanthim.

“I love you,” I gasp before I can stop myself.

He freezes.

“I love you,” I say again, and this time he lets out a strange, garbled cry. This time, as I rock harder against him, he starts to pitch backwards. I’m on top of him now, rutting against him, desperate with need. He’s gasping, almost choking. He keeps crying out then cutting off the sounds.

My arms are trapped under his back, but my nails manage to dig in as I grind my cock against his. My back is so fucking tight. My balls are so fucking full and tingling. His cock feels so goddamn good against mine.

My teeth sink into his throat as I start to come. Dante cries out, ejaculating under me. Our cocks kick and pulse and spill between our bodies, slicking us with our mingled cum as westrain through the release. My ass is tight around the plug, and it milks me as I collapse, shuddering, against Dante.

I hear him sucking in harsh breaths as he crawls out from under me, like he’s trying to escape. I whine in protest.

“Don’t leave,” I mumble, barely coherent. I’m drifting off, passing out.

He hesitates, then he turns me onto my side and tugs me into his body. I settle my ass against him as his arms wrap around me. His face buries against the back of my neck. I’m vaguely aware that he’s trembling, but he doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t leave, so I let myself drift away.

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I wake up totally disoriented. I’m hard, aching with it. I’m on my side, and there’s pressure against my hole. Startled, I try to jerk away, but I’m caught in a firm hold, and the penetration continues. Fear turns to hunger as I realize it’s Dante and that he’s pushing his cock into me.

“Oh my god,” I gasp into the pillow. “Oh fuck. Dante,fuck.”

He still doesn’t say anything. He just bites the back of my neck and starts fucking me. It’s rough and raw. He’s grunting. Rutting. I’m not really with it. All I can do is moan and let my leaking cock brush against the sheets with every harsh thrust.

When he reaches around me and grabs my cock, I come. I don’t know if he does because I’m already passing out. I’m already gone.

When it happens again, I’m already sort of awake. I think he’s been touching me for a while, but I’m not sure. This time, I’m on my front. Dante yanks my ass up and enters me in a single, harsh thrust.

I’m already loose and ready, and I can tell that he did come last time because his cock plunges noisily in the sloppy wetness of my ass.

He’s making strange sounds, kind of bad ones, but he’s fucking me so hard that I start moaning and arching and slamming back into him. His thrusts grow frantic and he ruts wildly inside me, and it’s so fucking intense that I scream this time as I come all over the sheets and all over myself.

His hips snap forward as his cock swells and kicks inside me, filling me with fresh cum. I whine and moan as his pulsing cock milks the last of my orgasm from me.

This time when I collapse, I’m so drained, so overstimulated that I let out a shuddering sob and fall into a strange, dark sleep.

The next time I wake up, it’s different. Dante isn’t fucking me. He isn’t even touching me. He’s crying out in his sleep. Sharp, distressed cries. Then he starts mumbling something that I can’t make out.

I shove up onto one elbow, dimly registering the tacky mess all over me and the bed. It makes me realize that, usually, Dante cleans me up after sex.

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