Fatal Pursuit

veintitrés/venti­tré

Ignacio stands me up, "What're you doing?" I demand.

"Don't worry about it, just take it." he responded. I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

He says something in Spanish to Dante and Dante stands up from the bed as they switch positions, "Come here, angel." he says softly, taking me up in his strong arms.

"What're we doing?"

Dante's soft gaze falls on me, "Nothing you don't want." He guides my body to sit on Ignacio's lap and Ignacio wraps his arms around my torso and lays us backwards.

Dante slides himself inside and starts pumping away, his fingers digging into my waist as he gripped them.

"Does that feel good?" He taunted, "You dirty girl."

I groaned in response.

"That's not an answer angel," his hips moving like the waves of the ocean as his strokes became deeper.

Between Dante fucking the life out of me and Ignacio's hands cupping my breasts and kissing the side of my face and neck I couldn't manage to respond in time.

Suddenly I felt Dante's hand swiftly slap my face.

I looked up at him in shock.

"Oh, don't look at me like that." He rocked his hips inside of me, "I know you liked that, didn't you?"

I nodded my head mutely.

"I knew it," he chuckled, "My love, if you had just told me how much you loved to be degraded, I would've had you on your hands and knees every night like the filthy slut you desperately want to be."

"I just...I didn't think you'd be into it, f-fuck!" I pressed my hand against his abdomen in an attempt to slow him down a bit but he took it away, kissing it, "What's wrong? Does that feel too good, angel?"

"W-what?" I stuttered.

"Does...that...feel...good?"  he groaned between strokes.

My legs began to shake more noticeably, "Ah... yes! Yes! Fuck!" I cried out.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me now?"

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I started to feel like I was getting close to finishing. Ignacio took my legs in his calloused hands and stretched them behind my head. The feeling that overtook me from the waist down was indescribable.

It wasn't just that Dante was fucking me, it was the way that he was moving his hips. He was hitting that spot and he knew that he was hitting it. I could at least keep up when my legs were down but now I could surely feel myself slipping away.

I looked back at Ignacio to beg him to let my legs free.

Dante grasped my throat in his hand, slapping my face with the other, "Don't fucking look at him, he can't help you. Look at me!

I turned back to him, "That's better. Now, are you going to be good?" His hand squeezed tighter around my throat and I managed to croak out a yes.

"Was that a yes? You are going to be good for me?"

I nodded my head fanatically.

His strokes slowed to a stop and smiled at me, "Hmm. You remember what good girls get, don't you?"

"Yes..." I moaned breathlessly and he kissed my lips before descending my body. I let out a long sigh of relief as I closed my eyes and leaned my head into Ignacio in preparation to be eaten out.