Page 48 of The Devil's Fire

“You!” I moaned out, rocking my hips to feel more of him.

“Such a good girl.” Damiano praised, his voice heavy with lust, and it sent waves of tingles in the pit of my stomach. “Do you like it when I praise you?”

“Yes… God, yes!” I panted. He wrapped his arm around my hair, yanking my head back.

“Didn’t I tell you only my name will leave your mouth?” He sneered and pulled his fingers out.

“Damiano…” I whimpered, trying to grind against his hand to feel those pleasurable waves again.

“Atta girl.” His fingers were back inside of me, and I moaned loudly. “Fuck, Althaia!” He growled, swallowing my moans and pumped his fingers faster while he tasted my tongue.

Damiano pulled my lip between his teeth, lightly biting and sucking down to the sensitive part of my throat. His fingers, his lips, and his tongue on my skin had me wanting more.

I wanted all of him, to feel all of him, and I think he felt the same when he looked displeased when my dress stopped him from getting to my breasts. Before I could even blink, Damiano grabbed a knife and cut the straps of my dress, watching it fall around my waist as my breasts were exposed to him.

“Really? You ruined my dress!”

“That’s the fucking point.” He hissed, the dress tearing as he ripped it down. His mouth was on my breast, sucking hard on my nipple before I could even complain about ruining my dress.

My back arched with the way his tongue circled on my nipple, his teeth grazing me before sucking on my nipple hard again. It had my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

Damiano laid me down on the couch, pulled away my thong that he already tore, and used it to tie my wrists together above my head. He hovered over me, studying me with those incredible eyes.

“Look how beautiful you are.” He whispered, as if it was to himself while he trailed fingers from my throat, down to my breast as his thumb brushed my nipple in a soft caress.

Damiano straddled my hips, and my loud breathing filled the office as I watched him, wondering in excitement what he was going to do next.

His fingers closed around my neck, and I could hear his zipper being pulled down. I squeezed my thighs together, my pussy throbbing and in need of some kind of relief. Damiano knew what I was doing, and it earned me a devilish smirk.

“If only you knew how many times I’ve fucked my fist at the thought of you.” He hissed between his teeth. It wasn't until then that I noticed his other arm moving. I strained my neck to catch a glimpse, but his hold only grew tighter, not allowing me to see.

“Fucking hell…” He grunted in pleasure. I squeezed my thighs, savoring the moment of watching him moan and hiss with pleasure. Even though I couldn’t see, I was still dripping, knowing he was pleasuring himself on top of me.

His eyes went down to my breasts, groaning as he stroked himself to the sight of them. He was breathing heavily, his hand squeezing around my throat as he came with a grunt, and his warm release seeped into my dress.

Damiano gave me a lazy smirk as he tucked himself back, resuming his position between my legs, his fingers immediately sliding up and down my slit.

“Want to be a good girl and come all over my fingers?” He asked, his voice husky as he spoke.

“Yes.” I replied eagerly, almost begging him to let me come.

I closed my eyes, shuddering in pleasure when I felt his warm mouth taking in my breast. His fingers slid inside my wet pussy with ease, curling them again while he massaged my clit with his thumb.

I was moaning loudly, clenching around him as my body trembled when I felt myself closing in on that explosive wave of pleasure.

“Damiano…” I panted as he edged me closer and closer with the skills of his fingers. I moved my hips against him, gasping as everything tightened.

I was almost there, ready for the incredible orgasm that I have been waiting for.

Then he stopped.

My eyes snapped open at the sight of Damiano pulling away. Standing at the end of the couch, he buttoned up his dress shirt and shot me a sly smirk.

“Why did you stop?!” I almost yelled in frustration. I was so close, and he left me hanging!

Damiano just tilted his head at me.

“Behave, and I might give you what you want.” He spoke in a low tone. My mouth hung open as he headed towards the door.

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