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“God, you’re so fucking pretty like this,” he says in a low whisper. “I’d worship you all day if you let me, live between your legs, eating this cunt.”
A moan rolls through my chest as I watch him run a single finger through my wet then circle my clit with the tip.
“Finger me, Dante,” I whisper, watching him as his chin tips up, eyes meeting mine, a wide smile taking over his lips.
“There’s my queen,” he says, and I clench, the words alone doing unholy things to my body.
His finger slides in, and I moan.
“That’s it. Tell me how right it feels. Like this, we can forget the rest, Delilah. Just me and you.” He pulls out, slipping in another thick finger, and I move a fraction, dipping my hips, trying to get him in deeper. “More?” he asks, and I nod, my mouth falling open a bit as he adds a third finger, moving them in deeper, harder, rougher.
The man always knows what I need.
His fingers are fucking me, and I look down, watching him, watching his toned arm move as he’s kneeling before, but his eyes aren’t on my pussy that’s wet for him.
They’re on me.
“Never fucking question who owns me, Delilah. You. You fucking own me. I can’t take a fucking breath without thinking of you. Every moment of every fucking day, my mind is thinking about what I can do for you, how I can find more time to be with you.”
A low moan leaves my throat, the intensity in his eyes ratcheting the heat up in my body.
“This fucking pussy is mine, Lilah, but every part of me is yours.”
“God, Dante, fuck.” I breathe the words out, watching him, my eyes moving from his to where his hand is between my legs.
“What do you need from me, fiorella. Anything.”
“I need more.” I stare at him, and for a split second, shame takes over me.
An then I remember who I am.
I am power.
I am a queen.
I own this man.
“Eat my pussy and make me come on your face, Dante,” I demand, and I almost don’t recognize my voice, the fierceness there, the power and aggression.
Something about it turns me on even more.
Apparently, Dante agrees because a deep groan falls from his lips. His hands move, thumbs opening me further even though my leg is still on his shoulder, and his mouth moves to me, his tongue taking one long lick from my entrance to my clit before sucking there. I moan out, my hand moving to his hair and holding him there on my swollen clit that’s dying for something—anything.
“That’s it, just like that, right there,” I murmur, watching dark hair as his tongue moves against me, his lips circling my clit and sucking. “Fingers. Add one,” I say, and Jesus, my voice is turning me on, husky and needy but in control at the same time.
All the while, his eyes stay locked to mine, his mouth on me, tongue licking, finger fucking me.
I need more.
“Another,” I breathe. He does as I ask, crooking them, the combination of that and his mouth taking me closer to the edge.
“Oh, god, shit. You’re going to make me come,” I mumble, my head hitting the wall as my eyes close. But then, to my surprise, his hand moves, slapping the side of my ass until I meet his eyes again.
And then I know: I might be in control right now, and might be the one getting everything, but he has his own demands.
The look in his eyes has the pleasure in my belly curling in on itself, so I’m fine with it.
He moans against my clit, his fingers working harder now, crooking until they’re against my G-spot, and then I’m screaming his name.
