𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞

15|| Taste

Celeste / January 26
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"Let me get one thing straight," he says. "This is a onetime thing. I fuck you and that's that. We'll never speak of it again."

"Nom de dieu," I mumble annoyed, still lying on his living room floor. "We're about to have sex not a secret fucking trade off." (for God's sake)

I hook my leg around his waist, throwing my whole body weight along with my strength and smoothly flip us around. I'm straddling him now, his erection hard on his lower stomach and I stare at the length.

Of course he's big. What else did I expect from a man so physically perfect that it made me want to ruin everything about him?

"I'm serious, Celeste," he says, squeezing my ass as he looks up to me.

"You think I'm going to grow attached to you?" My hands slide over his abs, stopping at his chest to fist the fabric of his dress shirt before I rip it in half. "And I thought I was the crazy one."

He moves me forward, causing my wet slit to slide over his length. The movement making me feel everything.

"Very well then." He sits up and throws his ruined blouse aside. He grabs the hem of the oversized shirt I'm wearing and pulls it off.

He stares down at my body and I'm glad that the lighting is bad in here, because my tits look absolutely horrible. They were blue, purple and red and I'd spend hours trying to massage the pain away.

A pain that returns when Dante roughly cups them both. "Do these hurt, hm?"

A whimper escapes me and just from that sound and my face he could know the answer to his stupid question.

"No."

He moves his face further towards me, his erection brushing against my pussy yet again, making me feel needier than I'd ever been. I shuffle closer to him, trying to get him to fuck me already and I feel him grin against the shell of my ear.

"Now who's the dirty little liar?" He whispers the words with so much disdain and not a second later, he painfully twists both my nipples.

I curse out as he twists us around again, caging me against the hardwood floor with his naked body. My hands fly towards my boobs, trying to suit the sting as I feel his tip press against my entrance.

With one deep thrust he slips into me. He groans in relieve and I moan because of the overwhelming pain of having him so deep.

He grabs my throat, choking me light enough for me to still be able to breathe and suddenly I don't appreciate oxygen anymore. "Harder," I whimper.

My airways are forced shut and his skin slaps harshly against mine, the sound of his pounding filling the silence in his living room. I hold onto his back, keeping his hard body closely against me as my nails claw into his skin.

"Such a needy little thing," he whispers darkly in my ear.

Even though I couldn't bring my voice to respond to his words, my pussy sure did. His grip on my throat tightens even more when he feels me clench around him and my eyes roll back in foreign satisfaction as black dots start appearing in my vision.

He changes his thrust from savage harsh ones to controlled deep movements that reach a spot so deep inside of me that I make a sound I'd never heard before.

Or well, I had heard it before, I just thought women only made those kind of noises to fake their pleasure. Never had I imagined it could be forced out of me like this.