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One finger slips in.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”
“Always,” I whisper, and I know he hears it even over the music.
Another finger slides in as the first comes out, two now filling and stretching me.
“Ride these, baby,” he says, his thumb moving to rest on my clit. I move my hips forward and back, reeling at the way it makes his thumb rub me how I need. Slowly, I start to rock back and forth and he stills his fingers, letting me use him for my own pleasure.
I’m in control.
“It’s so good, Dante,” I moan, swirling my hips this time until his finger grazes my G-spot.
“That’s it, baby. Is this what you needed? Me, finger fucking this sweet pussy?” He’s still fully clothed while I’m naked other than my heels and stockings and as always, I love it.
And he knows it.
“Such a dirty fucking girl, sending me filthy texts, trying to get me hard, making me come all the way here, getting naked and then sitting in my lap. You’re going to leave your mark on my pants, aren’t you? I’m gonna have to drive home with your pussy on me.”
The thought of that fuels me, my body igniting.
“Should I take your ass tonight, Delilah? Fill you good? Or will your pussy miss my cock too much?” His breathing is heavy in my ear, riling me up, my pussy clamping down on his fingers as his words drive me higher and higher.
“Fuck, my girl likes that, doesn’t she?” His teeth nip my ear. “Maybe we’ll do both. Let you come on my cock here in this room, the way I always wanted, then when you come home to me, I’ll press you down into the bed and fuck your ass until you scream my name.”
I moan deep, my head tipping back, and I beg, “God, yes, please.” My hips continue to move, continue to take me higher with each tiny rock.
“Tell me what you want.” His head dips down, the hand in my hair pulling me back so his mouth can reach my peaked nipple. His mouth closes over it, sucking it in, making me moan again.
“I want to ride your cock, Dante. Please, fuck,” I beg, needing more. Anything.
Him.
His teeth dig into my nipple, the pain playing off the pleasure until I’m clamping down on his fingers, so fucking close.
“Dante,” I yell, unable to form words anymore, but of course, he knows.
“I know, fiorella. Give me a second and I’ll make it better,” he says, his hand working between us, undoing his zipper and pulling himself out with a low groan. My hand moves there, swiping his out of the way so I can grip him, working him once, twice. “Jesus,” he groans then moves both hands to my hips, lifting me while I position him where I need him most, a well-oiled machine working together.
Once he’s notched, the tip wet with me, he moves, slamming me down onto him. I moan, my head tipping back, eyes closed as he fills me, bringing me the kind of peace I only get when he’s inside me, when we’re together like this.
“So fucking perfect,” he says, his face going into my neck, one hand pressing on my hip to hold me down, to keep himself deep in me, the other moving to my hair to tug hard, bringing me back to the land of the living.
Using that hand in my hair, he moves my face until my lips are right in front of his and I’m breathing his air, his eyes on me.
“You are fucking mine, Delilah. Don’t you ever forget that,” he says against my lips.
As if I ever could.
But I know he wants more of an answer than that.
“Yours,” I say and watch his eyes dilate further with the word, even in the shadows.
“Ride me,” he orders, and I have no option other than to abide, letting the toes of my stilettos hit the floor on either side of the low chair then moving, grinding my clit on his pelvis, lifting and falling on his cock. He tugs my hair until I’m looking at the ceiling, my back arched, riding him, on display for my husband.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he says through gritted teeth. “Fuck. How’d I get so fucking lucky?” The hand not keeping me from falling moves, trailing my side, up, up, until there’s a thumb moving over my nipple then back down, skimming over my hip and in. [NG1]
“That’s it, baby. Keep riding me; keep taking my cock deep.” His thumb moves to cover my clit. “Take me as you come on my cock and don’t you fuckin’ stop,” he demands, and the pressure inside me builds, my entire body on overdrive. I want to fill myself, to grind on him until I explode, but still, I obey. I’m moving up and down, fucking myself on his cock when it happens, when I explode, my head tipping back farther, a low, guttural moan coming from my chest as I explode.
