Pinned in the Dark

I had just slipped under the sheets when the door creaked open. Dante stood there, filling the frame with his massive shoulders, that cocky smirk already in place. "Thought you could lock me out?" he said, voice low and amused. I sat up, heart pounding, but kept my tone sharp. "Get out, Dante. This isn't funny." He laughed, stepping closer, his size making the room feel smaller. "You invited me last week with those eyes across the bar. Don't play innocent now." Our banter flew back and forth—me firing witty retorts about his ego, him countering with teasing jabs about how I couldn't stop staring at his build. The tension built as he approached the bed, my body reacting despite my words. "You're too big for your own good," I snapped, but he was already on me, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand. His weight pressed me down, hard and unyielding. "And you're wet already," he murmured, fingers sliding between my legs to confirm it. I struggled, strong and defiant, twisting under him, but he was so big it only made me hotter. His cock, thick and hard, rubbed against my thigh as he freed it. "Fight all you want, it makes this sweeter," he said with a grin. I spat back a clever line about his overconfidence, but my pussy was dripping, betraying me. He thrust in deep, filling me completely, and I gasped, panting as he moved. The sex was intense—him pounding hard, me meeting him with resistance that turned into grinding, sweat slicking our skin. I came hard around his cock, my ass clenching as he gripped it, then he followed, cum spilling inside me while we both panted. He didn't release me right away, whispering promises of more. "This is just the start," he said, eyes gleaming.