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“Dante,” I say, and I feel like I’m begging and praying all at the same time.
His mouth releases my nipple with a little “pop,” and then he’s licking his way down my stomach until he’s kneeling in front of me. My hands are on his shoulders, still, then I’m gripping his hair as he starts nibbling on the curve of my hip.
“No, this won’t do. Very distracting with the way you’re tugging my hair, Samantha.”
“I— I’m sorry,” I manage. He rises and looks me over, and then he seems to come to a decision.
“Over here,” he says, leading me to one corner of the bed, the tall wooden post of the four-poster bed at my back. “Put your hands up and hold the post. Don’t let go.”
The tone in his voice leaves no room for argument, and I can’t think straight anyway, so I do it, raising my hands and gripping the smooth wood of the bed post.
“Fuck,” he growls, and the hungry look in his eyes has my stomach twisting. I can only imagine what I look like, my hair messed up and falling over my shoulders, my breasts thrust out at him from the way I’m standing gripping the bed post, wearing nothing but these ridiculous tiny red panties and the red spiky heels I wore to the gala.
“Spread your legs a little,” he growls, and I do. I’m blushing, nearly mortified at the wanton way I know I look, but I don’t even think of saying no. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want Dante to touch me again.
“Good, Samantha,” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
And then he’s in front of me again, placing hot kisses over my stomach, my hips. I can feel him biting at the side of my panties, taking the flimsy fabric between his teeth, then nibbling his way along my hipbone. He’s on his knees, his face level with my pussy, which is throbbing, aching. I can feel the wetness between my thighs, and there’s only a second to be mortified at the thought that I bet he can see it soaking through my panties, when he places his mouth over my silk-clad mound. I give a startled, needy cry at the sensation, and I feel like I’m going to come right then and there. He’s licking my pussy through the silk of my panties, long strokes that have me thrusting my hips forward, needing more of him. He pushes his tongue hard right to my clit, and I scream, falling apart at the sensation, bucking my hips forward. He keeps licking me as I ride out my orgasm, and then I’m weak, aching, able to stand only because I’m holding on to the bed and because he’s forcing me to stay up, his face still pressed to my body.
“That was fucking perfect. You’re so sensitive,” he growls against me, and I whimper as he takes the edge of my panties in his hand and rips them off. The cool air hits my tender pussy, and I try to close my legs.
“No. I’m not done with you yet.”
He lowers me to the bed, my ass at the edge of the mattress. He pushes my thighs open, spreading me out before him, and he looks his fill with that hungry look in his eyes.
“That was only a little taste. Now I’m really going to enjoy you. Keep those legs wide open for me, Samantha.”
All I can do is nod, and then his warm hands are on my inner thighs, keeping me spread open, and he gives my pussy one long, firm lick, all along my slit, and I scream at the sensation against my sensitive pussy. He does it again, and again, and then his tongue traces around my entrance and I try to close my legs, unable to take the intensity of it anymore.
“Samantha,” he says in a warning tone, and I open my thighs again. He goes back to work, circling my clit with his tongue, and it feels like all I can do is moan his name, over and over and over again. My hands have found my breasts, and I’m squeezing my nipples the way he did.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, and I look down to see him watching me. “Don’t stop, baby. Keep doing that.”
I obey, and I’m rewarded a moment later when he slides one thick finger inside me. He pumps it a few times, and when he adds a second, I know I’m close to falling apart again. He’s thrusting in and out of me, pumping his fingers into my aching pussy, his eyes on me as I pinch and pull my nipples.
“Fuck, Samantha. You’re so hot and tight. I can’t wait to sink my cock into you. I’m gonna fuck this sweet pussy so hard you’re going to be feeling me for days afterward.”
I whimper, and he laughs that low, dangerous laugh again.
“You want that, don’t you, Samantha?” he asks, still pumping his fingers into me.
“Yes, Dante.”
“So good. You’re so good,” he murmurs, and then he adds his mouth to the torture, his fingers pumping into me harder and faster, and then he sucks my clit into his mouth and I scream as another orgasm tears through me. Just as that one falls away, another one builds, and I come, screaming and thrashing, and he’s still going, his fingers and mouth ceaseless in their delicious assault on my body.
?
?Please. Oh, god, please. I can’t take anymore,” I beg. “It’s too much.”
He pumps his fingers into me a few more times, kisses my pussy, and then backs up.
“I need you now. Get up there,” he growls, nodding toward the center of the bed. I quickly move, pulling the blankets back and lying on the silk sheets. I watch as he removes his clothes, revealing the most gorgeous, muscular body I’ve ever seen. I press my thighs together as a wave of nervousness washes through me. Despite all of the things he’s done to me, I still can’t quite believe I’m about to give my virginity to him.
When he pulls his pants and boxer briefs off, his cock springs free, and all I can do is stare. It’s thick, long, and fully erect. I have no idea how I’m supposed to manage having something that big inside me.
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Dante
