Page 38 of Reckless Sinner

Oh, God, I was going to come. I was going to come already, oh God—oh, oh fuck, he was curling his fingers—his mouth biting down on my breast—finger fucking me like he was starving for my orgasm—

I cried out, shuddering all over, my toes curling as I came in a rush. But Dante didn’t stop moving his fingers, continuing to thrust them into me. I moaned, oversensitive, my orgasm still not fully finished. “D-Dante…”

Dante didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down. I wasn’t in control of my body, couldn’t stop myself from squirming and hitching my hips up and away, not sure where I wanted to move, if I wanted more or less.

“Like I said.” Dante licked a stripe up my neck. “I decide what you get, and when you get it. You can handle a few orgasms, can’t you, darling?”

I had no idea. I’d never… I’d never been pushed like this. I’d been either the unfortunate victim of the classicwham bam thank you ma’amschool of sexual thought (it seemed every guy I ever met in college was like this) or it had been a steady build to one orgasm at the end.

To be pushed over the edge so quickly, so roughly, and then told I’d orgasm more, as many times as my partner decided…

I wanted it so badly I almost wanted to cry with the strength of my desire.

“Yes,” I blurted out, my voice barely a whisper. “Yes.”

“Mmm very good.” Dante didn’t let up in his rhythm, but he did shift a little, scissoring his fingers to work me open.

I cried out at the new angle. It was so intense, rough, just on that knife’s edge of too much. I loved it. I was never going to be able to sleep with anyone else after this.

Dante slid in a third finger, curling all of them mercilessly, and I screamed his name, my legs jolting helplessly. I felt like I was on fire in the best of ways, oh God, oh God, ohGod—

He yanked his fingers out right before I was sure I was about to come again. My eyes had fluttered closed at some point—I had no idea when—but they snapped open as I heard him rummaging in his bedside drawer.

“Dante.”

He looked at me, my tone snapping him to attention.

I swallowed. He was already fulfilling all of my other fantasies. Would he…? “I’m clean. And I’m not seeing anyone else. I don’t want to see anyone else. Please—I want—I want to feel it all—”

My face was on fire, and not from pleasure. I had never confessed this before. It had taken everything in me to confess that I wanted to be used roughly. But I wanted to feel him inside me completely, I wanted to be marked up and filthy.

Dante looked like he was a wolf and I’d just put a big juicy steak in front of him. “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” I bucked up into him, his hands still holding firmly around my wrists. “Please—Dante you have no idea how long—”

Dante pulled his other hand back and grabbed my thigh, yanking my legs apart. “Oh, I have an idea,” he promised me, his voice dark and delicious.

I whined helplessly as he yanked down his black briefs, the only thing he’d worn to bed, and kicked them away. His thick, hard cock bobbed free, and I practically panted. I didn’t know if I wanted that in my mouth or in my pussy, God, I just wanted it, I just wantedhim…

Dante took his cock in hand and gave me the most predatory look I’d ever seen from him. I reveled in it.Yes, come on, give me that dark side, give everything to me…

“Gonna ruin you,” he murmured, and then he was sliding his cock into me and everything else was just white noise.

CHAPTER17

Dante

Ohhhhfuck.

Getting to be inside of Delaney bare? I hadn’t expected that. My brain felt like it was overloading with pleasure. She was so fucking wet I could barely stand it. My cock made the most obscene slick noises every time I thrust even a little bit inside of her, completely coated in evidence of her desire.

She had really needed this, for God knew how long. And so had I.

Finally I had permission to let loose that… that animal deep inside of me. Part of me was still scared. Terrified, even, of what I might let out next if I allowed this. But God, I wanted this just as much as she did. This whole time Delaney had been waiting for someone to give her this—who was I to deny her? When I was finally so close to whatIwanted, the thing I’d denied myself all this time?

The arousing little noises that Delaney made as I thrust fast and shallow into her weredelicious. I felt like I was finally feasting after years of starvation.

I started to thrust harder, deeper, pulling out a bit more and driving back into her with more force each time. JesusChrist, this was everything. I felt like I was flying. Delaney moaned as I slammed into her hard as I could, the obscene slap of skin against skin the only other sound in the room. I still had her wrists in my hand, and I used the other one to lightly squeeze her throat.

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