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It was always so hot, holding onto Dante’s skin as he thrust into you. He groaned, kissing you on the cheek before sloping his nose to your neck.
Your legs were spread as wide as they could, clinging to Dante’s waist as he left you exposed to his throbbing member.
He was so warm, overbearing, and firm. His hands clenched the sheets, knees digging into the mattress to fervently drive himself into you. No matter how many times had Dante pinned you upon his bed, opening you with his tongue and thick callused fingers, keening to your whines and moans, you could never fully take him.
A prominent vein rubbed right above where Dante’s tip battered your special spot, he had no hesitation to quicken his pace while you begged for him.
Blurred blue eyes focused on your lewdness, a careful hand cupped your cheek, hot skin against yours where a line of perspiration ran down to your jawline.
“L-Look at me, oh fuck-”
“Hah-ah~” Your mouth opened to moan, his thumb tracing your lip. His pale skin flushed with lust and he gritted his jaw. You were so slick, his cock leaking pre-cum anyways, your shared fluids escaping the tightness between you and Dante. Your lips were swollen, having lapped at his cockhead to prep the two of you.
Your legs twitched when Dante ground himself into your center, the friction inciting fire in your core. Dante was so teasing, licking, and biting at your erroneous zones.
“You’re-you’re so hot. (Y/N)-” He bumped his forehead to yours, huffing desperate breaths against your cheek.
“Dante-Dante-I’m-ah!” Your walls molded to fit him, the feeling of his cock dragged you away from logical thought. There was nothing to think, everything to feel. Your blood was seething, mindless mantras of moans and pleas all you could conjure.
The tight sensation in your core snapped, sending you to climax.
You rolled your eyes back, your walls tensing around him. Nails scraping down his arms in angry red lines, the pain brought a sharp edge to his dull pleasure that overtook his mind. He swore rapidly, thrusts becoming uneven and clumsy before he came to his own zenith.
Bleary-eyes unseeing as your head dwelled in the clouds, Dante laid on your naked body. His frame kept your thighs open for him, his seed trickling down to the sheets. You shivered and twitched around him, whispering nonsense.
It was always so hot.