Page 14 of The Hitman's Forbidden Obsession

“God, Avery. You’re so fucking tight. You feel like heaven.”

I shift a little, trying to ease the pressure, and it pushes him deeper. He grits his teeth, his jaw clenching. I can see the strain on his face. I can tell how much it’s costing him to go slow. To let me get used to the intrusion.

I slide my hands down his back, digging my nails into his skin. “More,” I whisper.

“Angel,” he groans. “Don’t. I don’t know if I can be gentle much longer. You feel too fucking good.”

“More, Dante. Please.”

He swears under his breath, and then his hips are pressing forward, and oh, God, he’s so deep. I’m so full. It hurts, but in a way that makes me tremble, that makes a wave of liquid heat pool between my thighs.

His eyes lock on mine.

“Mine,” he says, his voice a low, possessive rumble.

Then he’s thrusting, and it hurts and feels incredible and I can’t catch my breath.

His pace is slow at first, dragging himself almost all the way out, until just the head is inside, and then sinking deep, bottoming out. He grinds against me with every thrust, his pelvis grinding over my clit, and soon, the pleasure is outweighing the discomfort.

My back arches, my hips moving to meet him, and his lips find mine, kissing me hungrily.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers against my lips. “You were made for me.”

I can’t think. Can’t speak. I’m lost in him, clinging to him, rocking up into him, moaning with every stroke.

“That’s it, angel. Take my cock.”

“Yes,” I gasp, and his teeth scrape over my bottom lip.

“Such a good girl. My good girl.”

He’s thrusting faster now, harder, and my body is humming with need.

“Dante,” I say, my voice high and breathy. “Oh, God.”

“Are you going to come for me, angel? Are you going to let go and soak my cock with that sweet honey?”

“Please,” I say. “Please, Dante, yes. Oh, God, please.”

“Let go, Avery. Come for me.”

He slides a hand down between our bodies, his fingers stroking my clit, and oh, God, the sensations are too much. My back arches, my mouth opens in a silent cry, and then the orgasm is hitting me. It’s different than the last two, so much stronger. Wave after wave of pleasure, and the whole time, he’s working me through it, his hips thrusting, his lips at my ear, his words dirty and sexy and claiming.

“That’s it, Avery. Fuck. Yes. Soak my cock. Good girl. I want to feel your pussy squeezing me tight. Come all over me.”

He doesn’t stop, his fingers relentless on my clit, and oh, God, the climax won’t let up. The orgasm seems to stretch on forever, and by the time the tremors finally subside, I’m limp and panting and barely able to move.

Dante’s thrusts are coming harder now, faster. His face is strained, his jaw clenched, his muscles taut. He’s so beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off him.

“I’m going to fill you up, Avery,” he growls. “Are you ready for that? Ready for my cum?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I want it. Please, Dante.”

The idea that I can please a man like him, that he wants me so much, is intoxicating.

“Christ, angel,” he says, and then he’s thrusting harder, and with a final deep stroke, he’s coming.

His entire body tenses, his cock pulsing, and the sensation of his release sends another wave of pleasure through me.

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