Chapter 26

He slammed into her, the force of his thrust making Jasmine gasp into his mouth. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent Jasmine spiraling into a whirlwind of sensation. She had never felt so full, so claimed.

Her pussy clenched around him, her walls tightening with each stroke. Jasmine’s hands moved to his hair, pulling him closer, her hips rising to meet him. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a symphony of passion that was as primal as it was wrong.

Dante’s eyes never left hers, the intensity of the moment burning into Jasmine’s very soul. She knew she should feel ashamed, should push him away. But all she felt was a deep, all-consuming need for him to fill her, to claim her in a way no one else ever had.

Their rhythm grew more frenzied, Jasmine’s cries growing louder as she approached her climax. She could feel it, the pressure building low in her stomach, her toes curling with the effort of holding on.

And then, it hit her. Jasmine’s body tensed, her pussy convulsing around his cock as she came, her orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of lightning. She screamed his name, her nails digging into his skin as she shuddered beneath him.

Dante’s own orgasm followed swiftly, his cock pulsing deep within her, filling her with his seed. Jasmine’s body went slack, boneless with pleasure, her legs still wrapped tightly around him.

They lay there, panting and trembling, their bodies slick with sweat. Jasmine’s heart was racing, her mind reeling from the intensity of what they had just done. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by desire.

Their breaths mingled, their hearts beating in unison. Jasmine’s mind was a jumble of emotions: fear, excitement, love, and guilt. But for now, she pushed all those thoughts aside and let herself revel in the moment.

Dante rolled off of her, and Jasmine felt the coolness of the sheets against her back. She turned to face him, her eyes searching his, looking for any hint of regret. But all she saw was the same ravenous hunger that had driven him to take her so fiercely.

With trembling fingers, Jasmine reached up to cup his cheek. “I love you,” she murmured, her voice raw with emotion.

Dante’s expression softened, the fire in his eyes dimming to a gentle glow. “I love you too, Mom.”

He leaned in, his hand trailing down her neck, his fingertips dancing over her collarbone before coming to rest on her breast. Jasmine’s breath hitched as he gently began to massage it, his thumb flicking over her nipple, which was already hard from the intense climax they had just shared.

Her eyes fluttered shut as the pleasure grew, a soft moan escaping her lips. She felt his hand move down her body, his touch featherlight as it caressed her thigh. Jasmine’s legs parted slightly of their own accord, and she felt his fingertips graze the slickness of her pussy.

He watched her face, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to explore her again. Jasmine’s eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze, and she felt a bolt of electricity shoot through her at the sight of his smoldering expression.

He stroked her, his touch slow and deliberate, watching as the tension built in her once more. Jasmine’s hips began to move with the rhythm of his hand, her body begging for release.

He teased her, bringing her almost to the brink before pulling back, only to start again. Jasmine’s moans grew louder, her breath coming in gasps as she felt the pressure build deep within her core.

Dante’s hand moved faster, his fingers sliding over her clit, pressing down with just the right amount of pressure. Jasmine’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body arching off the bed as the orgasm took her.

It was a slow burn, the kind that built and built until she thought she couldn’t take it anymore. But then it crested, the waves of pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave.

Her pussy clenched around his hand, her juices spilling out and coating his fingers. Jasmine’s cries filled the room, a symphony of desire and need.