Page 12 of Stalking His Mate

He laughs and then bares a row of straight white teeth, except for two sharp canines. “Dante means steadfast and enduring,” he says sinking his teeth lightly into my soft flesh. Then he drags his warm tongue across the place he just bit. “Shall I show you just how much I live up to my name?”

My breath explodes in a long moan when he drops his head back between my thighs and gets back to work licking and sucking and doing exactly that.

9

DANTE

Fuck. I have never tasted a sweeter pussy.

Knowing that no one has ever eaten her out fills me with such a sense of pride, that I’m the first to give my female this kind of pleasure. And it makes me wonder, if she’s missing out on this, what else is she missing?

I vow to make it my personal goal to blow her gorgeous mind every chance I get.

My fingers knead her hips. Gripping her and then pulling her harder against my mouth as I push my tongue into her tight channel.

“Oh, fuh—Dante!” she gasps. Her hips rock up against my mouth with her fingers gripping my hair. The sharp sting from her pulls makes my cock throb.

My name has never sounded so good. With a groan, I press my face deeper between her legs, plunging my tongue as deep inside her as it will reach. With each rock of her hips, I drag it through her folds to circle her clit.

She stiffens when I give her light strokes over the sensitive little bud and her fingers clench painfully in my hair, but I don’t stop. I circle her little clit, alternating dragging laps with sharp flicks until my head is clamped between her thighs and her muscles are quivering.

“Are you close, baby?” I ask her, pulling back just enough so I can pull her puffy lips apart with the fingers of one hand. Her pink flesh is glistening with her slick arousal and her tight little hole is clenching, begging to be stretched and filled.

Dragging my fingers through her drenched copper curls, I tease her needy little entrance before pressing my index finger against it. She takes me easily with a soft sigh.

My cock is like steel against my zipper, and I grind my hips into the mattress in time with the slow pump of my finger to try to ease some of the tension. Fuck, I’m not gonna last, but she’s not ready for me to fuck her yet.

“Oh,” she moans when I add a second finger. Her hands thread through my hair, clenching and unclenching, pushing and pulling in time with my strokes.

“Relax and let me in,” I say against her heated flesh, before leaning in to flick my tongue against her clit when I ease a third finger alongside the other two.

She makes a choked sound and her hips rock as she works herself on my fingers.

“That’s my good girl,” I tell her, twisting and then curling my fingers up to hit the nerves deep inside her.

“Dante, please.” Her muscles clench and her hips begin a frantic rhythm, meeting every thrust of my fingers.

“Do you need more of this?” I ask her. “Do you want my fingers deeper? Faster? Tell me what you want, baby.”

She whines.

“Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me what you need.”

She snarls in reply, and I can’t help the breathy laugh that escapes from deep in my chest.

Snaking my other arm under her, I grip her hip in my palm, holding onto her as I hover over her delicious cunt. She shivers with each puff of my hot breath that ghosts over her sensitive flesh.

“Do you want more of my mouth?” I ask, lifting my eyes from between her bent legs.

Her chest is pumping with each ragged breath and her eyes are squeezed shut but she whispers, “Please.”

“I want to hear how bad you want it, baby.”

She makes an exasperated sound, and arches against the bed, lifting her hips, begging me with her body to fill her.

“C’mon. I want to hear you say it,” I instruct her. “Say, ‘Dante, I want you to fuck me with your tongue,’ and I’ll do it. I want to hear you say it.”

She looks down at me and her face scrunches in disbelief. “What? I can’t?—”

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