Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
"You are fucking soaked, Isla," he growls.
"I..." I can't think of what to say, how to respond.
Dante releases me and steps back, looking down at me as I stand there, trembling and desperate.
"Strip. Now."
My hands move almost automatically, peeling off my shirt and bra before I slide my leggings and panties off. Dante watches me the entire time, not bothering to undress himself. It makes it all feel so much dirtier, him fully clothed and me bare.
When I'm completely naked, standing in front of him, Dante comes behind me and cups my breasts in his rough hands, his thumbs working the peaks in slow, agonizing circles until little cries are falling from my lips.
When he circles back to the front, I'm desperate for him to replace his fingers with his mouth, but instead, he motions to a nearby chair in the living room. "Sit."
I walk over, feeling self-conscious, and take a seat. I want to cross my legs and cover myself, but I force myself to stay still, to sit up straight. Dante takes a moment to look me over, his gaze roaming my body. "Open your legs."
Again, I obey.
"Wider," he growls, and I spread them further apart, letting him look his fill. My face is burning with embarrassment, but it's also arousal. Dante steps closer, hands dropping to my knees to push them open as much as he wants, and I'm on full display.
"I'm going to taste you," Dante says, dropping to his knees in front of me. "And I'm not stopping until I've had my fill. Don't push me away. Understand?"
Breathless, thoughtless except for the awareness of what this man is doing to me, I nod. I can't imagine a single reason I would want to push him away, anyway.
Dante grins and hooks one of my legs over his shoulder. He leans in, his nose brushing against my slick pussy, inhaling deeply.
"So fucking good," he groans, before licking a stripe along my slit. I gasp, hips bucking up, but Dante holds me in place, keeping me still as he flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue. He's so tall that he has to pull me forward some, hooking my other leg over his shoulder so the angle is right.
I don't think I've ever been so turned on in my entire life.
His stubble is rough against my inner thighs, but I can barely focus on the sensation. His tongue is doing things to me that I didn't know were possible, drawing circles around my swollen bundle of nerves before licking it slowly with the flat of his tongue, before starting all over again. I try to hold on to something, anything, but there's nothing to grip except the chair.
So I just have to take it. Take what Dante is giving me.
When he sucks my clit between his lips, it almost makes me jump out of my skin. The pleasure is so intense that it feels like a bolt of lightning, and he doesn't let up until my legs are shaking around his head.
"I'm going to … Dante, please..." I pant. I know I'm on the edge of an orgasm, and Dante knows it, too.
He doesn't raise his head to answer, instead continuing to lick and suck my pussy until I reach the crest of the wave he's been building me up to. The sensation is so intense that I forget to breathe, letting out a long, loud moan as my body shudders with release. My legs tighten around Dante's head as he continues to lap at my clit, dragging out every last bit of sensation from my climax.
But even when it's done, he doesn't stop.
Oh, I think. This is what he meant about having his fill.
I involuntarily twitch away when he gently lathes my oversensitive clit with his tongue, and Dante growls against my pussy, grip tightening on my thighs. When he's satisfied I won't move again, I feel two fingers teasing my entrance before slowly sinking inside, pumping in and out a few times before he crooks them upwards to hit my g-spot, making me see stars.
Dante's attentions to my clit are feather-light now as I readjust to the sensation, but his fingers are relentless. He works them in and out until I'm writhing on the chair, sucking my clit once more as he pushes me towards another orgasm. He's in complete control, his pace unhurried, and I realize that he's going to make me come again, whether or not I think I can handle it.
As if sensing my thoughts, Dante lifts his head to look at me. His lips are shiny with my juices, and his eyes are full of desire, "You're going to give me another one of those sweet little orgasms, Isla," he says, voice husky. "I want to feel you come again."
"Please, please, please," I gasp, feeling my body tightening around his fingers. I'm so close to the edge, it's just a matter of time.