When Villains Rise (Anti-Heroes in Love 2)

Then, “Inarcha la schiena. I want to look at your sweet arse as you fuck me with your mouth.”

Arch your back.

And, “One day, I’m going to keep you beneath my desk while I work. We’ll make a game of it. If you make me cum before I finish my task, you win, but if I have you begging for me to bend you over the desk and finish in your needy cunt, I win.”

“What does the winner get?” I panted before taking him straight to the back of my throat again, setting a rhythm that made me breathless and Dante quake.

“Cazzo,” he growled loudly, his head banging against the door, his thighs trembling under my braced hands as I thrust my head over and back on his length. “The winner gets to come again.”

“Mmm,” I hummed around him.

One hand found his balls and I rolled them across my palm.

“Sto per venire,” he ground out.

I’m going to come.

“Bene,” I told him as I pulled off his shaft, spit trailing from my lips to his head. I licked it up with a little smile as I looked up at him. His face was ravaged with lust, jaw muscles jumping, lips pressed into one tight line like a bulging zipper. “I want you to come for me. I want all that cum I saw that day in your office in my mouth. Sweet and salty,” I told him, repeating and twisting his words from the day before, “like the sea.”

“Guardami,” he ordered through his teeth.

Look at me.

I did.

I watched him as his hands came off the wall and twined in my hair, holding it back so he could see every inch of his cock slide in and out of my lips.

“So beautiful. So mine. So fucking perfect. I want to come in your mouth and on your breasts. Take them out for me,” he ordered.

I tugged my silk nightgown beneath my breasts with one hand while the other continued to jack him, aiming his dick at my open mouth.

“Magnifica,” he practically purred as his abs contracted into fiercely defined boxes and his thighs shook so strongly I thought he might fall over. “Si, Elena, like that. Hard for me, milk that big cock.”

“Dio mio,” I breathed, squirming as my clit throbbed hard and wet leaked down my thighs to my ass, dampening the heels of my feet where they supported my weight. “You’re so sexy. I love having you like this. Love seeing what I do to you.”

“You wreck me,” he grunted, hips knifing forward to thrust even harder into my hand. “From the inside out. You fucking wreck me.”

“Vieni per mei,” I begged.

Come for me.

Dante squeezed his eyes shut, head thrown back to the sky and he roared as the first spurt of cum lashed out over my cheek and into my waiting mouth. The salt and musk taste of him exploded on my taste buds. Eagerly, I stuck my tongue out as rope after rope of seed painted my lips and beasts.

He chanted my name as I milked him dry, pumping him with increasingly gentle strokes until he moaned and softly pushed my hand away. Even then, I leaned forward to catch the last drop of spend from his tip.

He leaned against the door, torso heaving with exertion, glistening with sweat in the pale dawn light brightening the whole room with a peachy glow.

“Magnifico,” I echoed back at him, suddenly overwhelmed with tenderness.

I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his hips, my cheek to the pulse thudding hard in his groin. Covered in cum and sweat, my own pussy pulsing with unfulfilled want, I seriously considered staying there forever.

Dante had other plans.

He lifted me by the armpits until I was standing then spun to push me against the door so quickly I gasped.

“My turn,” he whispered darkly before bending his head to lick his own cum from my breasts.

My breath left my body in a whoosh as I watched him clean me with his strong tongue, suck of his juices from my hard, pulsing nipples until I squirmed against him. It was outrageously hot to watch him lap up his own seed, hotter than my prudish mind ever could have fathomed.

He pressed on hand into my stomach to pin me to the door as he attacked my tits with more and more aggression, sucking and biting until pain bloomed just enough to heighten the edgy pleasure.

He fell to his knees with a thud, already reaching around to cup my ass, arms supporting my thighs. When he lifted me, my hands shot into his hair to brace as he held me suspended between the door and his mouth on my sex.

“Holy fuck,” I shouted as his lips wrapped around my clit and sucked.

He ate at me ruthlessly, like a starved animal at his first meal in months. There was no gentle gathering of tension at my core, no soft ascension. I’d already been so close to climax just sucking him off that the moment he displayed his strength by lifting me against his lips, I was already this close to coming.