Page 63 of Bitter Poetry
I groan into Dante’s hand. Christian being near, aware of what Dante is doing to me, sets a firestorm erupting under myskin. My stomach cramps. Dante is too deep. I can’t breathe around his hand.
He shifts the angle and the next thrust has me seeing stars.
“That’s it, come for me, baby. Come right now all over my cock.”
My whole body is trembling, and my legs are shaking violently where they are wrapped around him when the first shock wave hits. My pussy begins convulsing around his cock as it pistons in and out.
“That’s my good fucking girl.” He nips my ear lobe, his breathing a ragged pant that casts an otherworldly quality over the moment.
I feel like he is exorcising my soul as another deeper set of contractions tear through me. His strokes turn erratic, pounding into me even harder.
My body is confused, my mind more so. I feel too much pleasure. I feel almost numb. My heart is drumming wildly in my chest.
He slams deep, a groan of pleasure close to my ear as a hot flood fills me intimately and shoots raw pleasure through my core.
I cling to him with the last of my strength, feeling his cum filling me and his cock pulsing and jerking deep inside.
The sense of connection is profound: me, him, his body inside mine, his seed filling me and dripping out. Our two hearts beating and our breaths mingling.
We hang out of time.
A brief, perfect, crazy moment.
Then reality leeches through the hazy glow and the enormity of what I’ve done crashes into me.
CHAPTER 21
DANTE
The buzzing of my cell phone in my jacket pocket breaks through the episode of crazy. I’m inside Carmela. My cum is dripping out around my cock. I’m still semi-hard, even if my legs threaten to give out.
I really need to do this in a bed next time.
A laugh bubbles up. It doesn’t sound entirely sane.
How long have we been here?
Too damn long.
I pull out of her slowly. She whimpers, making me feel like the lowest form of scum. I’ve just fucked a virgin up against the door—hammered her against it. She’s going to be sore. I want to check her to make sure I haven’t done any damage… run her a hot bath. “Sorry, baby,” I whisper, lowering her feet to the floor.
My cell is still buzzing. It injects further tension into an already tense situation.
“I’m fine,” she says, straightening out her skirt. Her face is adorably flushed, and her eyes are everywhere but on me.
I shove my cock back into my pants, close my zipper and my belt. There was blood on it—her blood.
I swallow thickly and try to get a grip.
My fucking cell is still buzzing. I snatch it out of my pocket.
“Get your ass out here now,”Christian says. He sounds amused, which makes me feel marginally better until I remember that this is Christian, and an apocalypse could be unfolding outside the door, and he would still smile and fucking wave.“Her sister is outside.”
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter.
Her eyes are on me now. I think that might be making me feel worse. A strange alien emotion assaults me. If I thought I was feeling possessive before, it’s got nothing on the now. I cup her cheeks and kiss her. “I have to go,” I whisper against her lips. “Your sister is outside. I’m going to let her in.”
Her eyes are huge and full of questions, but she nods and turns away.
