Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 105775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
I roll her clit beneath the pad of my thumb, drawing slow circles until she’s panting. “Answer me.”
She protests with an exhale. “Dante.”
Good answer but not the one I want right now.
She whimpers when I pull my fingers out. I move the hand I have wrapped around her neck down the elegant column of her throat. The marks I left have faded. She’s no longer hiding behind a scarf. Only behind her silence.
I draw my hand lower and flatten it between her breasts on her heaving chest. Her heart beats with heavy thuds beneath my fingers. The hard tips of her tits push against the fabric of her dress. I palm one of those perfect curves. She mewls when I punish her nipple, pinching it lightly before rolling it between a forefinger and thumb.
“Answer me, Tatiana. Has another man touched you here?”
She lifts her hands from where she’s clutching the edge of the vanity and pushes on my shoulders. “Dante, please.”
“Please, what?” I cup her other tit too, filling both my hands. “Please, stop? With this?” I pinch her other nipple. “Or with the questions?”
She yelps but arches into the touch.
Holding her gaze, I take her ankles and bend her knees. She balances her feet on the edge of the vanity, already looking vanquished with her skirt bunched up around her middle, her knees spread, and her soaking wet pussy on display. She watches me, her eyes dark with lust, as I lower my head and kiss the inside of her leg.
I do it again, tenderly, and she doesn’t pull away. She opens her knees wider when I trail kisses up her inner thigh. She doesn’t utter a chirp, but she jerks when I end my path between her legs.
I flick my tongue over her clit. “Has another man kissed you here?”
She arches her hips and threads her fingers through my hair. “Dante, stop it.”
I kiss her pussy like she won’t let me kiss her mouth, softly and thoroughly, bringing her right to the edge, and then I stop.
She looks at me through her long lashes, following my actions as I unzip and take out my cock. When I line the crest up with her pussy, she braces her hands on the vanity behind her and locks her elbows to catch her weight on her arms.
I enter her with a single thrust, burying myself as deep as she can take me. Her inner muscles flutter around me as they adapt to the stretch. She almost loses her balance, but when she takes her feet off the vanity to lock her ankles behind my ass, I slap her thigh hard.
She yelps again, growing even slicker around my cock.
“Keep your legs open, and don’t look away from me.”
A frown mars her forehead. She focuses on my face, her need clearly written on hers.
Reaching between us, I roll her clit between my fingers. “Have you taken another man’s cock in your cunt, Tatiana?”
“Ah.” She arches her hips when I don’t move. “Please.”
She’s always loved it when I made her orgasm with breast play and clit stimulation, but she loved it even more when I didn’t leave her pussy empty.
I massage her clit in circles, slowly working her need higher. She squirms on the vanity, trying to move her ass, and when her muscles start to tighten around me, I pinch her clit and let go.
She makes a sound of frustration, rolling her hips to create the friction I’m denying her. When that doesn’t work, she touches herself. I grab her arms and move them behind her back. Holding both her wrists in one hand pinned against her spine, I lock the other on her hip.
“Dante.” She almost sounds in pain. “What are you doing?”
“How many?”
“W-what?”
“How many men?”
“Why?” she cries out. “Why is that important?”
Pulling back until only the head of my cock is splitting her open, I hover there for a second before claiming every inch she has to give by slamming back in.
“Because you’re mine.” I ram my painfully hard dick into her, again and again, the thread of my self-control snapping. “And you have no right to give away what belongs to me.”
Her small body quivers. I can’t tell if it’s the honesty of my statement or the brutal way in which I’m fucking her. I pound the truth into her, thrust by savage thrust, moving hard enough to make her delirious with need but too slowly for release.
“Dante.”
Another punishing slow thrust, and she screams my name again.
The force of my hips as I slam them between her legs and fuse our groins only to pull out before she can rub against me is enough to make it seem as if her body is caught in a crossfire. I don’t give her more or less. I keep her on the edge until she shakes and shivers and finally begs in a hoarse voice.