Fifty Four

Isabella

Dante slides both hands under me and hugs me tightly as his cock slides inside and out, harder and faster, until I feel myself contracting inside. I swing my head back and allow the orgasm to take me over.

"Harder," I moan.

He pushes at me twice as hard. I can feel him close on my heels, but I can't stop the rapture any more. I scream, my body tightening as I come, and Dante's hips don't stop stroking, impaling me. Another stroke, and another. I hear ringing in my ears. It is too much. With a wild howl, I come for the second time and my sweaty body collapses to the mattress.

Dante slows down, becoming almost lazy in his movements. He clutches my wrists and lifts my arms, towering over me on his knees and observing my breasts—satisfied and triumphant.

"Come on my belly. I want to see it," I breathe, exhausted.

Dante smiles and tightens his grip on my wrists.

"No," he replies, and picks up the pace, pushing wildly again.