"He leans his head back and groans softly at the ceiling while his hips buck to meet my bounce, pushing against my inner walls until they crumble.
'Oh, fuck -- Dante!' I moan for him and he holds me together while I start to unravel on his big, thick rod.
He draws his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down as he presses his thumb against my clit again. 'Come for me, Lucy..." he whispers on his breath. He wags his knuckle, flicking quickly against my throbbing bud, drawing another scream from the back of my throat, and he doesn't stop until I'm moaning his name so loud I think my ears will bleed.
I come on him again, forfeiting everything for him. The moisture inside becomes a deluge, raining down on his cock while he takes me with another round of upward thrusts before sliding out of me and resting the tip against my taut navel. He marks me with a quick, sudden stream of cum, shooting thick and wet across my skin. I lower myself down and take him into my mouth to appease my salivating tongue."
The Hitman's Dancer -- Tabatha Kiss