Sarah could hear the need vibrating in his voice, and she knew that her sexual obedience turned him on even more than her defiance. She parted her legs, her heart pounding as she trembled with need. “Please,” she begged, not even knowing what she wanted.
His hand moved to the cheeks of her ass, stroking the bare skin. Sarah could feel the gentle rocking of the dock and the light mist of the waves that was starting to make her body slightly damp. Every crashing wave just seemed to increase the wildness in her soul.
She moaned loudly as Dante’s fingers delved underneath her panties and stroked through her folds.
“Jesus, you’re wet. Does this make you burn, Sarah? Do you want me?”
Oh, dear God. “Yes,” she panted, her ass wriggling high in the air as she tried to manipulate his fingers where she wanted them.
“Should we talk about your teasing now?” he asked her, his voice heated with arousal and passion, as he stroked his fingers through her folds. “Or should we discuss the fact that you ran out of the house tonight without even looking around first?” He finally gripped the flimsy panties and yanked them from her body in one strong pull.
He had complete access and he took advantage of it, stroking her clit lightly, sending waves of pleasure through her body before he firmly smacked her ass. “Oh . . .” she moaned, the sting on her butt cheeks making her even wetter.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
Her body jerked with every connection of his palm to her ass cheeks. He wasn’t gentle, and the firm strokes stung. Sarah let her head fall forward as she felt him delve between her thighs again, the combination of pleasure and pain about to drive her mad. His palm stroked her heated rear gently as he asked, “Are you sorry for teasing me?” His finger slid over her clit again, applying even more pleasure.
“No,” she moaned, knowing her denial would get her more of his irresistible dominance. She was giving him permission to take this as far as he wanted to take it.
The strokes to her ass came swift and heavy, and it stung so good. This time, when his fingers teased her clit, stroking through her wet heat, she heard him groan. He slid two fingers into her channel and pumped hard. “Are you sorry now?” he grunted.
Sarah moved her hips back to meet the deep strokes of his fingers, needing him to fill her now. “Yes. Just fuck me, Dante. Please.”
He didn’t. Instead, he lay down on his back and pulled her hips back until she was straddling his mouth and he squeezed her fiery ass, devouring her * at the same time.
Sarah’s scream rang out into the dark night, mingling with the sound of the waves crashing to the shore. Dante squeezed and lowered her * flush with his face, using his whole mouth, nose, and tongue to consume her, to feast on her as she moaned with ecstasy, her body trembling from the intensity of her pleasure. The combination of the pain of his grip on her blazing ass and his fierce hunger for her * were pushing her way over the edge of desire and into insanity.
“Oh, God. Dante!” She shuddered and let go of a hoarse cry as her climax seized her body and wouldn’t let go. Riding the waves of pleasure, she gripped the wadded-up blanket, trying to hang on to anything that would keep her from flying off into the stratosphere.
Moving urgently, he plunged his cock into her from behind as her channel was still clenched from her orgasm. Sarah heard him groan harshly as he buried himself balls-deep inside her. A corresponding moan escaped her lips as he stretched her, making her take every single inch of his cock so deeply that the satisfaction was almost too much to bear. In this position, he went deeper, filled her harder, and he grasped her hips and pounded into her, slapping her ass with every forceful stroke.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his deep, graveled voice full of uncontrolled arousal.
Sarah shook her head, her body so aroused, so sensitized that she didn’t think she could come again without losing her mind. “I can’t.”
Dante grasped a lock of her hair and pulled her head up. “You can, and you will.”
He insisted that she climax again with every deep thrust of his cock, his groin slapping against her ass with every strong entry. One of his hands left her hip and slid between her thighs, brushing over her clit with rough fingers. Gathering the bud between his thumb and index finger, he pinched her clit lightly, exerting pressure as he slammed into her channel over and over, frenzied.
Sarah imploded. Her body shuddered hard, her climax pounding through her body, almost in sync with the roaring of the waves hitting the shore. She heard Dante’s coarse, guttural cry as he found his own release, pulling her hips hard against his and burying himself deeply as he growled, “Mine!”
Her chest heaving, Sarah relished the word, feeling like she’d just been thoroughly claimed.