He thrust inside me in one slow, deep stroke that made me cry out.He was thick, stretching me, filling me completely.He stayed there for a second, buried to the hilt, both of us breathing hard.Then he started moving.Slow at first, deep and steady, each thrust making me moan louder.My hands clutched the sheets, my forehead pressed to the bed, my hips rocking back to meet him.He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so I was arching, and whispered against my ear, "Say my name.""Dante," I moaned."Louder.""Dante," I cried out, my voice breaking.He groaned, his hips snapping harder, faster.The sound of skin on skin filled the room, wet and loud.My moans turned into screams.He pounded into me, relentless, like he was trying to make me forget my own name.His other hand slid around my throat, not tight, just enough to hold me there while he fucked me deeper."Oh God, oh God," I sobbed, my body shaking. "I am going to...""Do it," he growled. "Come for me."I came again, harder t
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