LOGINCassie.“You’re fucking mine..” “Come here…” he commands, voice -rough and thick with raw need, as he smacks my ass hard—left cheek first, then right in a stinging double blow, heat explodes across my skin in blooming red welts, the burn sinking deep into my flesh, making my pussy clench tight with desperate hunger and drip fresh, hot slickness down my quivering thighs. “Take my fucking cock… make it yours, princess…” he growls, eyes blazing dark with pure lust, his gaze pinning me like prey. I spin quick, still on knees on the hood, his cock jutting out proud and demanding—still glazed with our mixed cum, thick veins throbbing angry under the surface. He’s already stroking it rough and fast, big fist pumping from base to swollen tip, fresh beads of precum oozing out, glistening in the low light. “Take it, princess… it’s all yours…” he urges, his free hand tangling deep in my hair, fingers twisting tight to guide my head closer, controlling every inch. My mouth waters
Cassie. I twist my head over my shoulder, my breath hitching as Dante’s zipper rasps open—slow, deliberate. He doesn’t bother shoving his trousers down; they stay bunched at his thighs, framing the thick, veined cock that springs free, angry red head already slick with precum. It bobs heavy, slapping his abs before he fists it, dragging the crown from the cleft of my ass down through my soaked lips, parting them with a filthy glide that makes me whimper. “Eyes on me, princess,” he growls, slapping the fat head against my clit once, twice—sharp, wet smacks that jolt through my core. “Watch how I ruin this virgin cunt.” I do—can’t look away. He notches himself at my entrance, teasing, circling, coating his length in my juices. “Beg for it,” he demands, one hand still pinning my neck, the other gripping his shaft. “Please… fuck me, Dante… harder,” I sob, pushing back, ass grinding desperate. He thrusts in one brutal stroke—halfway, thick girth splitting me open, bur
Cassie.“Have I tasted these yet…?” he growls, eyes dropping to my chest as he unbuttons my shirt with frantic fingers—my fabric suddenly parting to reveal my bra.I rip at his shirt in return, buttons flying, exposing his chiseled abs, that V dipping low, skin hot under my palms.Our shirts discarded, he gropes one breast through the lace—rough, possessive squeeze that stings sweet, shifting to blazing pleasure.My head tilts back, moan escaping as he yanks the cup down without unhooking, freeing both tits—perky, nipples hard and begging.He grabs the right in one hand, kneading firm, thumb flicking the peak, while his mouth latches onto the left—sucking hard, tongue swirling the nipple in wet circles, teeth grazing just enough to spark fire.“Mmm… these too, princess… all mine,” he murmurs against my skin, switching sides, mouth devouring the other tit—sucking deep, hollowing cheeks, hand pinching the wet one left behind.I arch into him, hands roaming his bare chest, nails raking d
Cassie.“Fuck… Dante…” I yelp, the sound ripping from my throat as he thrusts two thick fingers in and out of my dripping pussy, curling them hard against my front wall, hitting that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes.The hood’s metal warms under my back, but his fingers are fire—pumping relentless, knuckles dragging my slick walls, saliva and juices squelching obscenely with every plunge.My hips buck wild, chasing the rhythm, thighs quivering in his iron grip.He yanks them out suddenly, leaving me empty and whining, pussy clenching around nothing.Before I can beg, he lowers his head, hands clamping my thighs wider, spreading me like a feast.His tongue drags flat and slow up my clit—hot, wet pressure that sends shocks through my core.“Oh yes! Yeah… right there, please don’t stop…” I moan, voice breaking, fingers scraping the hood for anchor as pleasure coils tight.“You’re still screaming, princess…” he murmurs against my folds, the vibration humming straight to my cli
Cassie. He doesn’t utter a single word; he simply restarts the engine, and within minutes, we pull into the driveway at home. I figure Dad’s out anyway, so I snatch my backpack and hop from the car without waiting for Dante to open the door. But his voice halts me cold. “You’re forgetting this, princess…” he drawls, rough and languid, laced with smug amusement. What did I forget? Backpack’s slung over my shoulder, shoes on—what else? “What’s that?” I snap, still facing away, cheeks burning. “Why don’t you turn around and see for yourself,” he taunts, that smirk dripping from every syllable. Heavy shame floods my skin, but it only fuels the ache—after flashing my pussy in the car and getting silence, why do I still throb for him? My thighs are slick, wetness trailing down, no panties to catch it, dripping freely. Oh god. I spin. Dante leans against the passenger door, my lace thong dangling from his fingers like a trophy, raised high. My feet root to the spot;
Cassie. I don’t know if it’s wrong to feel this way, but my body’s become its own universe, heat pooling between my thighs, growing hotter every damn day. Alone in my room, I can’t stop—fingers slipping into my pussy, thrusting deeper, harder, chasing that edge. I pinch my nipples raw, twisting until they ache, fucking myself frantic with my hand, but it’s never enough. I’m 18; I shouldn’t be this desperate, this filthy. My brain screams it’s wrong, but my body betrays every moral, craving skin, touch, him. Ever since Dad assigned Dante as my bodyguard, it’s worsened. I bought vibrators, dildos in every size—thick, veined, buzzing monsters—but they’re hollow substitutes. My pussy aches for Dante’s cock, wants to swallow him whole, feel him stretch and ruin me instead of cold silicone. “Oh my god, Cassie… is that your new bodyguard?” Mimi, my best friend, whispers as we walk the school hallway. She’s spotted Dante stepping out of the car, opening my door with that s







