gasped as he shoved himself into her wet, tight core. She took him easily, but her pussy clamped down onto him greedily. Almost at once, he started pumping vigorously. Dante shook in pleasure.
“Yes! God, yes!” She held onto the sofa’s back, steadying herself.
Kenshin pounded his rock hardness into her and she eagerly met those thrusts with equal enthusiasm. Wet. Hot. Tight. Goodness he fought to keep from exploding inside her at that moment. Instead, he licked his lips and kissed her neck, sucking the soft skin there. Kenshin spied Dante’s fingers gripping the sofa so hard, the leather crumpled in her fists.
Dante bit her lip to keep from screaming. Her body ached in ecstasy from each pleasurable pump from Kenshin. She’d never thought Kenshin’s phallus would fit so snugly into her. His lips pressed against her shoulder shot her internal fire higher. The slapping of their bodies echoed through the room.
“You’re so wide, so thick, and feel so good,” she said with a moan, her love button engorged in desire.
When she glanced back to Kenshin, she saw his closed eyes and his mouth a slash of focus. Bliss registered on his face and a thin glaze of sweat made his face shine.
“Harder. More.” Dante increased her pace. His long, thick cock rammed into her harder and faster at her request. Even now, he gave her all of himself.
And she loved him.
Yes, she loved him.
“So freaking hot. You’re so good, my love.”
Kenshin squeezed one of her breasts, and at this, the orgasm crashed down on her. A watershed of pleasure poured through her. She screamed, and ecstasy ripped through her mercilessly, leaving her shaking and quivering against the sofa cushions.
Relentless, just like his pursuit of her love, Kenshin didn’t stop. He kept pumping, and his cadence increased more and more. Her pussy still shuddered around his cock, the orgasmic bliss rippling through her body. She swallowed to wet her dry throat and looked back over her shoulder to Kenshin.
Close. Her lover had come so close to reaching his summit. Eyes tight, both hands now on either side of her hips, guiding her directly onto his phallus for maximum penetration. Already, her desire stirred again and another fast jaunt to her climax began.
“There you go. Just. Like. That,” Kenshin grunted out. “Come for me. Again.”
“What?” Dante couldn’t believe his request, but sure enough, just the sound of his gravel-laced voice and the feel of his thick cock pounding inside her aroused her all over again.
“Again.”
Her overly sensitive clit had swollen again. Rubbing it in gentle circles, Dante struggled not to come again, because she knew it would be too much. The enormous amount of arousal her body currently endured had arrived at a breaking point. She’d explode into pieces at his feet if he made her come again.
Yet Kenshin’s determination knew no bounds and he pumped harder, slamming his rod into her deeper than before, so much further that he tapped her G-spot, something no other man had ever done.
In a flash of biting pain and searing pleasure, Dante arrived at her climax, screaming. In some distant land, she heard Kenshin’s roar as he too came. The splash of his hot seed bursting inside her sent her into another shouting session. She couldn’t feel her body anymore, just the humming glow of pleasure that permeated everything—her lips, her ears, her arms, her legs, her puss, and her heart.
Vaguely aware of him, Dante thought she felt Kenshin pull her onto the sofa beside him, but she couldn’t be sure. Afraid to open her eyes, she kept them shut, for if she did open them, she may find herself in a very moving, but erotic dream.
She needed this to be real.
Forever.
Epilogue
Three Months Later
Dante huffed the errant curl out of her eyes as she watched Kenshin emerge from the bathroom sans towel. She sat up in the bed, her Egyptian-cotton, cream sheets pulled up to her bosom. Having showered earlier, she had