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The entire drive home, Dante's hand sits over my cock, gently stroking me through my shorts. The physical contact from the gym mixed with the knowledge that I'm loaded full of his cum has me spun up and ready to blow. Frantic, I beg him to pull over, but he refuses.

"You were the one that made the rules," he reminds me as he strokes the length of my throbbing dick again. "We'll be home in five minutes, and I'll fuck you then."

"I can't wait," I whine, punching my hips against his palm and groaning at the delicious impact of the plug. "Thirty seconds, it'll only take thirty seconds. Pull over."

"And what? Suck that pretty little cock into my mouth?"

"Yes," I gasp as his fingers grip me through the fabric.

With a click of his tongue, he lets me go. "You'll just have to be a good boy and wait."

"Dante, please." I squirm in my seat so my plug pushes deeper inside me. How he doesn't realize this is an emergency, I'll never know. "You know those commercials say not to ignore an erection that lasts this long." I decide on trying to use science to win this argument.

"It hasn't been four hours, Theo, I think you're safe."

"I'm not!" I whine, grinding against the cushion as my cock tenses. When I push my weight into the seat, the plug bumps my prostate and I gasp, rocking and grinding as it flickers over that magic button. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, " I mutter, my shoulders digging into the seat as my hips swing forward, this tension feeling like it's about to burst out of my skin. "Oh shit, right there."

I reach for my dick. Desperate times, desperate measures, and all that jazz.

"Don't you dare." He grabs my wrists and lifts, pinning me in place and taking away the friction just before I fall over the edge. "You will not come in your pants when we are this close to home."

Hell, the deep command in his tone is nearly enough to get me off.

It would take a touch. Just a single, solitary finger would relieve me, and I groan loudly as I try to fight his hold. "Fucking please, " I almost sob, trying to wrestle out of his grip.

He must think it's safe and releases me, smirking as he pulls his hand back into his lap. I sink into the seat and the plug jolts me once more, making me release a loud moan.

"Theo," he warns, but I ignore him and flex my hips forward, arcing my body as my balls draw tight.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," I gasp as I move faster, jerking in fast, rough thrusts. The friction of the fabric against my cock and the pressure of the giant plug in my ass make my mouth drop open.

I'm almost there. So fucking close.

"Damn it, Theo!" Dante reaches over to pin me again, but it's too late.

A loud, desperate moan leaves me as a rush of warmth floods my shorts, my cock spasming as my hole squeezes around the plug. "Fuck, I'm coming," I gasp, still jerking my hips in abrupt thrusts.

The wail of my moan is jarred by every jerk of my hips as I grind against the seat, my asshole pulsing tight around the oversized plug. It's like my body is battling for sensations, and every time my hole tries to clench tighter, my cock hammers with another intense wave.

More of my release soaks into my clothes, as a full-body shudder rolls through me. My limbs tremble, my thighs shaking so intensely my voice sounds like we're driving on a bumpy road. When the orgasm finally releases me and I slump into the seat, I glance at the wet splotch on the crotch of my shorts with a stream of white fluid sliding down the fabric.

"Theo, we are right here!" His eyes are wide as he peeks down at my sticky lap, and I realize he's turning into the driveway. With a snarl, he parks and yanks me on top of him.

He moves me like a rag doll, my body limp and tingling. "Don't be mad at me," I whine, still floating as I glance down at where my cum-filled shorts are stamping damp spots on his shirt. "You made me so horny," I say, sounding like I'm drunk.

"I should fuck you in this car and make you come again for ignoring me." He repositions me until his rigid cock rests between my cheeks, and I gasp as he thrusts forward and bumps the plug. My body is like a live wire, every nerve firing and unstable.

"Do it," I challenge in a slight slur, and he bares his teeth at me in warning. When he tugs back the elastic of my waistband and grips my shaft, I groan as my head flops back. I'm still hard, but so overly sensitive that it feels like lightning strikes through my veins. I hiss a breath through my teeth as he jerks me, getting louder with every pump of his fist.

"Nah," he says, reaching further and pushing on the plug. "Your ass and your pants are full of cum now, and we're not done." He climbs out of the car with me latched to him, hurrying inside and kicking the door behind us.

He drops me on the couch on my back, then hooks his arms under mine and drags me to the edge. "Apologize for coming in your pants," he says, hiking his brow as he shoves his shorts to the ground.

"I couldn't wait," I whine as he grips his cock and gives a slow pump. "You couldn't possibly expect me to wait when I was that horny, could you?"

"If you refuse to say sorry, you'll need to find a different purpose for that mouth." Stepping forward, he tugs me harder, causing my head to hang over the edge of the couch arm. He catches my eye, turning off the intense energy while he makes sure I'm on board. "Tap my thigh if you want me to stop."

God, I fucking love this man.

His tip hovers between my lips as I nod. "Wreck me, baby." Before I can get the words out, he thrusts and fills my mouth. I cough as he withdraws, his shaft glistening with spit. He slides in again, going even further, and I gag once more as he brushes against the back of my throat.

This position allows him to go deeper, and he moans as he slowly penetrates my throat, stretching my muscles to accommodate him. "Goddamn, Theo," he murmurs, his scent filling my nostrils as he seats himself fully, my nose pressed against his skin.

I'm so stuffed that I can only manage to flick my tongue against him.

I cough as he pulls out, tears rolling towards the hairline of my hanging head. A series of shallow, rough thrusts allows me to catch my breath before he shoves back in.

He's louder than I've ever heard him as he fucks into my throat, driving his hips as he slides his full length between my lips. Just knowing that he's so turned on has me squeezing my thighs to feel the friction from the plug.

My erection aches, standing tall off my body and tenting my shorts, like the greedy thing expects another orgasm.

Based on the current scene, it's going to get one.

This must be a record.

I groan, the vibrations rumbling up his shaft as he slowly withdraws. A rough thrust has me coughing, thick spit spraying out around his cock and dripping down my face. There's a loud slurp as he pulls out of my mouth, swiping a gentle thumb across my cheek.

"You're so incredibly beautiful wrecked for me," he murmurs, still wiping through the saliva on my skin. "I'd love to come down your throat like this, but we have other plans, don't we?"

His fingers trail over my exposed neck as his eyes glide down my body. "I'm going to enjoy this a little longer, though." My jaw relaxes as he slides his cock back between my lips and thrusts forward, holding his palm over my neck as he pushes deeper.

It's slower, more controlled, as he moves inside of me. As he lodges in my throat and his hand tightens around my windpipe, it restricts my airflow, causing me to take loud, gasping breaths when he withdraws.

As he picks up his speed, I know he's getting close.

"Shit," he growls while pulling out, spit webbing between his dick and my mouth as he clenches his fingers around the base. A surge of pre-cum flows from his slit, and for a moment, I think he's lost the battle.

My voice croaks as I say, "If you're going to come, you better do it inside me."

With a firm grip on his cock, he traces the wet tip along my parted lips. "Such a fucking mouth on you."

His hands are commanding as he adjusts my position, resting my ass on the couch arm and ripping off my shorts. Using one hand, he grasps both of my ankles and pushes my legs backwards, baring my plugged hole.

I groan as he works the plug out and tosses it aside. He pitches forward, and I call out as he buries himself balls deep with a single thrust. "Fuck, look at that." I flex my abs, curling my body to watch as his cock slides out of me, coated in a thick layer of cum.

"More," I gasp as he slams back inside me, the underside of my shaft rubbing against him in this position. Release builds under my skin at the feel of how wet I am.

"I'm not going to last," he groans as he thrusts harder.

Every rough plunge jars my body. "Fill me up."

"Yeah? That's what you want? To be full of my cum?"

"Yes," I moan, and he pushes my legs further against my chest. My entire body is on edge as I tighten around him, the wet slap of skin ringing through the room. A few more pumps and he tenses, gritting his teeth until he can't take it anymore.

A loud cry leaves him as the pressure erupts, and his cock beats in heavy, draining throbs inside me. "Fuck, baby," he groans as he keeps thrusting, letting the orgasm consume him as he cries out with every punch of his hips.

His entire body shakes as he empties himself, and when he has nothing left, he pulls his spent cock out of me and drags me to kneel on the couch.

Our mouths slam together as I kiss him with a furious, messy intensity. He reaches behind me and spreads my cheeks with his thumbs, rocking my cock against his as a warm, wet gush leaks out of my asshole. A thick, white river of cum streams out of me, trickling down my leg and dripping into a puddle on the cushion.

"Fuck," I groan as more of it escapes, while his hand glides up my thigh and collects a palm full. He pours it over my erection before raising his arm and letting a few drips fall into my mouth.

The added slickness has me panting as I rut against him. "Goddamn it, Dante, when did you get so dirty?" I gasp, my slippery cock grinding against his faster.

His lips find my ear, licking up my lobe as he whispers, "Shut up and be good. Give me your cum." The moment his fingers shove inside me with a wet sound, I groan as a orgasm is milked from my body, less intense but just as amazing. He keeps thrusting, bumping against my prostate as I rock my hips and spray over his skin.

When this unbelievable high fades, we're both left panting and sticky. "That wasn't too much, was it?" he whispers, his kiss turning gentle.

"Too much? Nah," I wheeze, like the out-of-shape princess I am. "Dirty Dante can come out to play any time he wants.

"We kind of made a mess." He glances down and winces.

I raise an eyebrow at him, half-dried saliva on my face and some transferred to his. My thighs and ass are drenched in his cum with a pool of it on the couch underneath me, while my release drips down his groin. Then my eyes fall on my shorts in a heap on the floor, also covered.

"Kind of?" My voice is still slightly raspy from the invasion of his cock.

He chuckles, hugging me against him. "Let's get a shower."

My eyes land on the white puddle beneath me. "The couch might need more than a shower."

"The couch needs an exorcism and some birth control," he mutters, and I laugh, causing another small rush of heat from my ass. My dick stays limp as an overcooked noodle between my legs this time, completely done.

There's not so much as a twitch.

"You go shower, and I'll clean this up."

"What if I want you to join me?" I waggle my eyebrows and slide my hand over his soft cock.

He chuckles. "Nice try. There's nothing left. The well might be dry for a while after that."

"Yeah, same," I sigh.

"We're talking dust blowing out of the water hose." I laugh louder as he grins. "Now, go shower. I'll be right behind you."

The steamy stream relaxes my muscles as I climb underneath it, and only a few minutes later, the door creaks. The shower curtain slides back as Dante steps inside with me, not saying a word as his hands land on my cheeks and he pulls me into a deep, thorough kiss.

"I… I've never felt like this before," he whispers, and I open my eyes even as the shower pelts me with droplets. "Never imagined love could be like this. So much… I missed out on so much, Theo." He stops and swallows hard as I hug him tighter. "Even sex. I had… no idea that sex could be fulfilling. It's more than the physical, it's… it's…"

"I know." Lifting on my toes to kiss him, I pretend not to notice the tears on his cheeks. "Trust me, baby, I know."

"I didn't think…" He hesitates, kissing me for a long, drawn-out moment. "Didn't think it was possible to love myself… to be happy. Not until you. I don't… I don't know what I'm doing or how to hold on to you, but I'll do my best, Theo. I swear to you, I'll do my best and I just…" A quiet sob, more of a hiccup, rattles his chest as he holds me tighter. "I just hope I'm enough ."

We stand there for a few minutes, letting the steam swirl around us as I allow him to cry into my hair. I don't acknowledge the tears, just let them fall. And I swear, the healing is a physical presence as the weight lifts off his shoulders. His past swirls down the drain, rushing far, far away.

Where it belongs.

"You're more than enough, Dante. Everything I've ever dreamed of wanting in a partner, all wrapped up in a pretty package. You're so fucking smart, and fiercely loyal… handsome and thoughtful and talented. What did I tell you? I could never, never ask for more than you. You deserve all the love in the world." My eyes find his dark ones as I hug him against me. He offers me a serene smile, tiny droplets still hanging on his lashes. "And I'm going to do my best to make sure you get it every single day."