Riding His Face And Deep Penetration

Dante gave her zero time to recover. Her chest still heaved from the crashing wave of her climax, her thighs twitching in the messy sheets, but he was already shifting over her. He settled heavily between her trembling legs, his broad chest casting a dark shadow over her flushed skin. Without a word of warning, he guided his thick penis to her wet opening and drove deep inside her vagina with one smooth, heavy thrust.

The stretch stole the very air from Evie’s lungs. Her breath hitched, her fingers curling tight into the mattress.

“Fuck, Evelyn,” Dante groaned against the sensitive skin of her neck, his breath hot and damp. “So tight. Perfect.”

He held still for a fraction of a second, letting her adjust to the sheer size of him, before he set the pace. He started with slow, deliberate strokes. Every time he pulled his penis back and sank deep again, fresh heat flared through her core. The slow tease quickly morphed into something punishing. His rhythm became relentless, driving into her wet flesh with ruthless, feral intent.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she cursed, breathless and desperate. Her nails dug hard into the thick muscles of his shoulders, leaving pale half-moons in his skin. “Goddamn it.”

“Love that mouth,” he rasped. He captured her lips in a bruising kiss, all teeth and feral hunger. Their naked bodies slammed together, skin slapping wetly in the quiet room.

Evie felt the familiar, heavy coil of tension winding tight in her belly. She was right on the precipice, panting into his mouth, ready to tip over the edge again.

Then, abruptly, Dante pulled his penis out.

Evie let out a frustrated whimper as the sudden emptiness hit her. Dante slid down her body, his gaze burning a hole right through her. He settled near her knees, staring at the slick, glistening evidence of her arousal.

A sharp smirk curved his lips. “Already soaked.” His voice was a rough, commanding gravel. He looked up, his dark eyes locking onto hers. “Get up here. Sit on my face.”

Evie froze. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs. “What?”

Sit on his face? Heat flooded her cheeks, burning all the way down to her chest. She felt exposed under his intense scrutiny. She hesitated, her mind racing at the sheer vulnerability of the act.

Dante’s amusement vanished. His tone turned raw, unfiltered, stripping away any room for argument. “You heard me. I want you riding my mouth. Now.” He patted his broad chest with a heavy hand, then tapped his bottom lip. “Move.”

That sharp, explicit command ignited something wild deep inside her. The nerves battling the intense ache between her thighs melted into pure lust. Swallowing hard, Evie pushed herself up. Her thighs shook hard as she climbed over his large frame, straddling his chest.

“Like this?” she asked, her voice breathless.

“Higher,” Dante ordered. His large hands gripped her hips firmly, pulling her forward. “No hovering. Sit on me.”

Taking a shaky breath, Evie lowered her hips. The moment her wet flesh met his face, Dante took over.

His tongue lashed out, sweeping directly over her clitoris with relentless, flawless pressure. At the exact same time, he slid two thick fingers deep inside her vagina, pumping in a harsh, steady rhythm that matched his mouth. Evie jolted, a loud gasp tearing from her throat. Her hands flew down to grip his broad shoulders for balance, her nails digging into his skin to anchor herself as the pleasure hit.

“Grind,” he demanded, his voice vibrating against her slick folds. “Ride my face.”

Evie obeyed. Stripped bare of every inhibition, consumed by the overwhelming sensation, she arched her spine. She ground her hips down onto his mouth, chasing the intense friction. His tongue sucked and flicked right on the sensitive nub of her clitoris, while his fingers stretched her deep inside, hitting all the right spots.

“Dante—” she moaned, her voice breaking.

It became a frantic chant. The pleasure spiked sharp and fast. Her thighs spasmed. A massive, shaking orgasm crashed over her, ripping through her core. She bore down on his face, crying out as her vaginal muscles clamped tight around his pumping fingers. Dante was greedy. He drew out every single tremor, sucking hard on her clitoris until she was weeping, limp, and physically exhausted.

Only when her hips stopped shaking did Dante finally move back up her body. He hovered over her, his eyes dark with predatory satisfaction. He leaned in and dragged his tongue across her parted lips in a slow, filthy kiss. The taste was explicit—the salty, slick flavor of her own climax lingering on his mouth.

Smirking, Dante pinned her hip to the mattress. His fingers bruised her skin just enough to ground her. “So sweet,” he murmured against her mouth. “Came so hard. But we aren't done.”

Evie shook her head, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Dante—I can’t take more—”

“You can,” he countered, sweat sliding down his temple. He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a foil packet, and tore it open. His dark eyes never left hers as he rolled the condom down the length of his hard penis.

A second later, he surged back inside her vagina. Evie cried out, her back bowing off the bed as he stretched her oversensitive walls all over again.

Dante gripped her left leg, lifting it dizzyingly high toward her shoulder. The shift in position altered the angle instantly. When he thrust forward, the thick head of his penis struck her G-spot with pinpoint accuracy.

Evie gasped, her eyes flying wide open. The direct stimulation was blinding, sending hot, bright sparks behind her eyelids. She couldn't form a coherent thought, consumed by the relentless friction.

He hammered into her, relentless and demanding. The heavy oak bed creaked loudly in protest. The room filled with the wet, rhythmic collision of their skin, a sound so raw and erotic it made Evie’s head spin. She felt alive, her overstimulated nerves singing with electric fire.

“Fuck, you're flexible,” he rasped, driving deeper, hitting that exact spot inside her vagina over and over. His hand slid up to cup her breast, his thumb flicking ruthlessly over her stiff nipple.

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming again,” Evie gasped. Her voice broke, shattering in the quiet room. Her hips rocked upward, desperately meeting his heavy thrusts.

Another shattering climax ripped through her core, stealing her vision. Her inside squeezed tight around his penis, milking him with every frantic pulse.

Driven by her intense release, Dante lost his iron control. “Fuck, Evelyn, I’m right behind you,” he groaned, his voice rough with strain. He drove his penis deeper, his hips snapping forward in a blindingly fast rhythm.

With one final, trembling thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and froze. He let out a harsh, guttural groan, spilling his release deep into the condom as his large body shuddered above her.

Dante stayed there for a long moment, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Then, he pulled out, discarding the used condom with a quick toss toward the nearby bin.

Without wasting a second, Dante moved back on the bed and dragged Evie flush against his bare chest. He wrapped a heavy, possessive arm around her waist, pinning her to his side like she was something he intended to keep. He buried his nose into her tangled hair, inhaling deeply.

“Love the smell of your shampoo,” he murmured softly, his voice a low rumble against her scalp.

Evie stared blankly at the wall across the room, catching her breath. Her body still hummed with fading aftershocks. “Dollar store special,” she muttered quietly.

A deep chuckle rumbled in Dante’s chest. The sound was surprisingly light. “Doesn’t matter,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. “Makes me want to go again.”

Evie turned her head slightly, raising a tired brow. “You sure you’re up for it already?”

His hand tightened on her bare waist. “Oh, Evelyn. Keep looking at me like that, and you’ll find out.”

He kept his word. The afternoon bled away in a haze of feral lust and tangled sheets. They engaged in two more intense rounds of sex, stripping away the last remnants of Evie's energy. Between the heavy, sweaty sessions, they shared an expensive bottle of dry red wine, passing the glass back and forth, and ate cold, lingering food left on a silver tray, feeding each other right there in the messy bed.

By the time the sky outside the penthouse windows dimmed into twilight, crushing physical exhaustion finally pulled them under.

The large bedroom went quiet, lit only by the faint, distant glow of the city filtering through the glass. Evie lay on her side, her back pressed flush against Dante’s naked torso. She curled her legs up, her body fitting perfectly against his solid frame. The stark contrast between the intense, brutal sexual acts and this surprisingly tender aftercare left her mind spinning. It was a sudden, terrifying vulnerability.

Dante’s heavy arm draped over her waist, pulling her a fraction closer in the dark.

“This is nice,” he whispered, his breath warm and steady against her bare shoulder.

Evie felt a heavy lump form in her throat. She didn't respond. She just stared at the shifting shadows on the wall, letting the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest lull her toward sleep. She knew the immense emotional danger this physical closeness brought. This quiet, tender moment wasn't just sex. It felt dangerously close to something that mattered. She would carry this quiet moment with her into tomorrow, but it terrified her. She closed her eyes, letting exhaustion take her, wondering how this intense connection could possibly survive the harsh morning light.