Broken Hart (The Hart Family) (11 page)

I nod in agreement.  Fuck is right.  I start chanting “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” as he moves in and out.  He pauses for a minute and pulls almost all the way out. 

I lean up and grab his ass and yell “no! Don’t stop!”  He just chuckles as he grabs my ankles and puts them on his shoulders.  With that, he returns to pounding in and out of me.   

Placing his hands under my ass he lifts me further up to deepen the penetration.  “Yes!” I scream. 

Pulling me hard on to him he leans forward to kiss me again.  He’s rubbing my clit in this position and it’s too much to withstand.  I claw his chest as I start Cumming again. 

My orgasm gets even more intense when I feel the first shot of his cum warming my insides. We ride each other through it, panting and touching each other.

We lay like that on the table for a few minutes, until our breathing returns to normal.  I shiver when he pulls out of me.  The feeling causes a mini tremor through me, almost like a small orgasm.  Everything with Dante is so heightened and carnal. 

He smiles at me and grabs my hands, pulling me to my feet.  “We just cut it real close.  Go clean up and be back down here in fifteen minutes.  Do whatever you have to do to make it less obvious that you’ve just been fucked sideways,” he says as he chuckles.

I squeak as I grab my dress.  Crap!  Everyone will be here any minute. There would have been no explanation for any of them finding us fucking like animals on the kitchen table. I’m certainly glad we dodged that bullet. 

Laughing, I smack his ass as I grab my dress and turn to leave.  “Thanks for the sideways fuck babe.  It was
real
good.”  As I walk away, I look over my shoulder to see him standing in the kitchen with his head thrown back as he laughs. 

It turned out to be very fortunate that I’d gotten out of the kitchen when I did, because Damien arrived about five minutes later. 

In Dante’s bathroom I find the toothbrush I used last night in the holder.  I use the bathroom, wash my hands, brush my teeth, brush and redo my hair, then apply lip gloss.

A thorough check of myself in the mirror reveals that I do not look like I’ve just been thoroughly fucked, but I think there is a definite satisfied glow about me.  Nothing enough that I think anyone will notice.  I hope.

Returning to the kitchen I find Dante seasoning steaks while Damien shucks corn.  I walk over and give Damien a hug and a kiss on the cheek, then make my way to the fridge to pull out ingredients for my contribution for tonight, a tomato, mozzarella and basil salad.

I’m slicing tomatoes when Dominique arrives.  She’s carrying a dinner favorite, taco dip.  Delilah and Spencer are next.  Delilah made chicken wings, and Spencer's brought some blueberry beer.  Brooke's next, and she's made seven layer salad.  Sandra is the last to arrive, and she brings a lemon meringue pie.

My stomach is growling looking at all this food.  I love Sunday dinners at Dante’s because it’s a group effort, always fun, loud, loving and delicious to boot.  I love this family time.

It’s a great dinner, all of us around the outdoor table, laughing and talking.  After we eat, we move over to the outdoor fireplace to drink a beer and relax.  The talk is jovial and fun, all of us ribbing each other and cracking jokes.  

About twenty minutes after we sit down around the fire, Sandra announces she’s got to go because she has an early call.  The rest of us head in to the house to watch a movie.  Damien brought along a comedy called “Cop Out.” 

We all take our seats.  As usual Damien lays on the big couch in the front.  Spencer and the girls sit in the second row in recliners, and Dante and I sit in the back row in two of the enormous seats back there. 
In the past we’ve always sat a seat apart, but tonight we sit right next to each other.  The movie is really funny and we are all cracking up. 

Normally I’d be completely engrossed, but I’m hyper alert to Dante right now.  The smell of him and the sensation of the skin on our arms touching on the armrest makes me wiggle in my seat.

I slide my hand over in to Dante’s lap and enjoy his intake of breath.  The look he gives me is pure heat.  Raising my other hand to my lips I give him the signal to shush and he nods in agreement as I stroke him through his pants.

His hand covers mine and we hold hands as I stroke him. I'm turned on from the feeling of his hard cock under my hands. He is calling out to me on the most elemental level and I’m in a constant state of arousal.  Everything with Dante is beyond hot, totally different.  It’s lust on steroids.  So beyond anything I’ve ever experienced, or ever thought I would.

I realize I won’t make it through the night without having him again, but I need to drive home with Brooke since I don’t have a car. 

Suddenly I get an idea and pick up my iPhone to send him a text.  I type: “Hide your phone and call me so that my cell phone rings. Don’t ask.  Just do it.”

Reading it, he quirks his head and raises his eyebrow at me, but follows the instruction.  My cell phone rings & I make a small production of leaving the room to “answer” it.  I stand in the hall for about three minutes before I walk back in.

Pausing the movie, I tell everyone that I need to borrow Dante because my phone call was about a business problem.  I tell them we’ll be back in a few and then I press play again. 

They don’t even bat an eyelash as we leave because this isn’t unusual.  I get calls all the time during family time with issues that Dante and I have to deal with. 

The second we’re in the hallway and the door is closed I grab Dante’s hand and tug him as I run up the stairs.  We get to the second floor and I pull him down the hallway in to a spare bedroom.

I want to make sure if that if one of them looks for us that we aren’t easy to find.  I leave the lights in the bedroom off and close the door, then pull him in to the bathroom.

The bathroom door is still closing when he grabs me and spins me around.  “Sabrina! You’re a genius.  I thought I was going to explode in there.”

“Shh.  Don’t talk. We don’t have time.”  Walking over to the bathroom counter I raise my dress and bend over, presenting my ass to him.  “Fuck me Dante.  Hurry!  I need you now”

He unzips his jeans and his cock springs forth, hot and hard.  “Are you going to be wet enough to take me?”

I turn around and give him a wink.  “If I get any wetter we’re going to have a problem.  Don’t worry.  Let’s do this.” 

Coming up behind me, he bends my torso on to the counter and starts slipping his cock in to me.  I hiss in enjoyment at the sensation.  I look over my shoulder at him and say, "Take me hard. Don't go slow.”

He nods at me and thrusts at the same time, getting about halfway in.  He begins frantically pounding in to me, filling me more and more with each thrust. I am losing it, trying so hard not to make any loud noises, but fuck it’s hard not to.

I barely keep my moan in when he reaches in to my dress, palming my breasts and pinching my nipples.  I whisper, “Fuck me Dante.  Faster.  Hurry!”

The pace we’re keeping is crazy intense.  The room is silent save for sound of our furious fucking and wildly erratic breathing. 

My hand slides on to my clit and I barely have time to whisper that I’m going to cum when I explode.  The feeling of my orgasm sends Dante in to his, and I feel him jetting in to me.   

I shiver when he kisses the back of my next as our orgasms finish.  He pulls out of me and I turn give him a quick kiss.  “You have to go first.  Go back in and tell them I had to go to the bathroom.  I’ll be there in a few.”

I watch as he quickly wipes himself off and tucks back in to his jeans.  When his eyes meet mine, I am instantly desperate to fuck him again.  It’s alarming how quickly I want him. 

He shakes his head at me.  “Rina, I would give anything to get back inside of you right now, but if we stay any longer, they are going to figure out that something is going on.  But fuck it’s hard to go.  You’re so hot baby.  I’ve never felt like this. “  

I nod in agreement and say “Me either.  I’ve never cared very much about actual sex at all.   I’ve always enjoyed fucking myself more than anything I’ve ever had with someone else.  I've never cum with another person before.  This is a first.” He gasps when I say that, and I push him out the door as I chuckle. 

I quickly clean myself, use the toilet and wash my hands.  Fortunately the theater room is dark so I know they won’t see how flushed my face is. I return to the theater room and take my seat.  Dante takes my hand in his and I settle in to the seat. 

When the movie is over, we all say our goodbyes and Brooke and I head off to our house.  She’s driving and we have a great time singing along to Eminem’s greatest hits. 

We arrive at home and each of us goes to our rooms for bed.  I’ve no sooner put on my negligee than my cell phone buzzes with a text.  It’s from Dante.  “Last night and today were amazing.  You blow my mind.  Thank you.”

I smile huge and I feel that I’ve got butterflies in my stomach.  As unexpected as this all is, it’s far beyond any fantasy I ever had about him. 

I write back, “According to my orgasm count, I believe it is I that should thank you.”  I add three smiley faces and click send.

My cell phone rings almost immediately.  I’ve the biggest smile on my face as I answer.  “Hey you.”

Chucking he says, “Sabrina, are you trying to kill me?  I don’t know how I’m going to survive tonight.  I’m so hard I could hammer nails.  I’m going to be jerking my cock all night because of you!”

“Dante, you are wicked.  For the record, I’m still primed and ready to go too.  My vibrator is about to get a workout.  I’m so turned on, it’s like I didn’t have a billion orgasms today.”

He inhales a harsh breath.  “I’d pay any amount of money to watch you fuck yourself.  Jesus.  Even thinking about it is making me dizzy.  I'm so hard right now.”

Turned on even more by his words, I slide my fingers in to my panties, finding myself hot and wet.  “Oh fuck Dante.  I’m so fucking wet for you.  Thinking about your amazing hands, the ones that made me cum so many times since yesterday makes me crazy.  I love your hands all over my body.  Oh god, and I love being stuffed full of your giant cock.  You fill me so good.”

Arching my back, I slide one finger in to my sopping wet core and then start rubbing my clit with my thumb. “It’s so good Dante.  I’ve got my fingers in my little pussy right now, wishing I was being stretched by that big cock.”

His breath is coming in pants and I know he’s working himself hard because I can hear his hand flying up and down his dick. 

“Fuck Sabrina.  I’m fucking my fist so hard right now, wishing I was in your hot cunt so bad.  You feel like fucking heaven when I’m ramming this cock inside of you, your juices sliding down on to my balls.”

As he says the word balls, I start cumming.  I moan and growl as I fuck myself through a hot orgasm that only gets stronger when I hear him start to cum.