Page 82 of Ivory Obsession

“Dante!” Jade gasped out, back arching off the bed as a resounding orgasm shattered through her. She clung to me, her nails digging into my scalp while her body shook with the force of her climax.

I didn’t slow down. Instead, I intensified my movements, relentless in my pursuit to bring her as much pleasure as she could handle.

Her body convulsed beneath me, her toes curling as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. I didn’t let up, didn’t slow down. Instead, I drank in every moan, every gasp, every plea that spilled from her lips.

“Dante! Dante, please...I can’t!” Her breathy sobs filled the room, her words broken and desperate. It was music to my ears—a symphony of sweet surrender.

“You can,” I reassured her without halting my rhythmic assault. “And you will.”

Her body was bathed in sweat, her skin flushed and glistening. I could feel her trembling beneath my hands, the desperate writhing of a woman on the brink of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Every flick of my tongue, every thrust of my fingers sent her spiraling further into ecstasy, her cries growing louder with each passing second.

And then she screamed.

Jade’s body arched off the bed, her fingers dug deep into my hair as she came undone. Her release washed over me as if it were mine—the taste of her climax on my tongue, the sound of her ragged breaths in my ear, the sight of her flushed skin beneath me—it was an intoxicating blend that only increased my growing desire.

“Dante...” she whimpered, collapsing back onto the bed as her climax subsided. Her chest heaved with exertion, her body slick with sweat and trembling from the aftershocks. I could still feel her pulsing around my fingers, the tremors a testament to the intensity of her orgasm.

“Goddamn,” I muttered, pulling my fingers out slowly, relishing in the whimper that elicited from her. I wiped my hand on the sheet, my gaze never leaving her as she gasped for air. Her body was a beautiful sight—limbs sprawled out on the bed, hair clinging to her damp forehead and eyes closed tightly shut as if to shut out the rest of the world.

“Fuck,” she said. “I don’t think I can do that again.”

“I beg to differ,” I replied, my voice laced with unmasked desire. The sight of her all spent and flushed from the pleasure I had given her only made me want her more. There was a wicked satisfaction in knowing I had been the one to unravel her so thoroughly.

The way her cheeks blushed at my words was nothing short of adorable. But I wasn’t going to let her off the hook just yet. I had plans for Jade Bentley, and they didn’t involve her getting much sleep tonight.

She was staring at me, eyes wide and pupils dilated. Her chest heaved with each shallow breath, the rise and fall mesmerizing.

“What are you--” she started, but her words were cut off by a low groan as I trailed my fingers down her body, slipping them between her thighs.

I could feel the heat radiating from her, the slick wetness coating my fingers. Her hips twitched involuntarily at the contact, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

“Dante...” she whispered, her voice barely there. It was an intoxicating sound—her voice strained from pleasure, her body a quivering mess under my touch.

“I told you,” I murmured against her skin, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “You don’t stop coming until you’re crying from the pleasure.”

Her breath hitched at my words, body stiffening beneath me. A moment later, she relaxed, giving in to the sensation as I teased her oversensitive clit.

I watched her face contort in a mixture of pleasure and pain as I skillfully manipulated her clit, my thumb grazing over the sensitive bud while my fingers delved into the slick warmth of her core. Her breath hitched as I added a second finger, stretching her further as I pumped them in and out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said, her face turning red and her legs twitching. The sight of her writhing beneath me spurred me on, stoking the flames of my own desire. I knew we were dancing on the edge of too much, but I didn’t care. I wanted to see her unravel, wanted to hear her screams echo through the room as she came undone beneath my touch again.

“Jesus, fuck,” she said, and when I looked at her face, I was sure her eyes were watering.

“Are you crying?” I asked, my voice rougher than I intended. “Are you crying from the pleasure? That’s so fucking hot.”

Her response was nothing more than a choked whimper, her body shaking as if on the brink. She was close; I could feel it in the tense way her body clung to me, in the desperate hitch of her breath.

“Crying yet?” I asked once more, my voice dripping with intent. Her reply was a gasp, a strangled sound that only spurred me on.

“Answer me,” I commanded, feeling her tremble beneath me.

“Yes... yes,” she stammered out, the tears glistening on her lashes proving her words true. The sight was beautiful — Jade Bentley, lost in the throes of forbidden pleasure, crying out because of me.

“Good girl,” I praised her, my fingers slipping out only to plunge back against her sensitive bundle. I could feel her tightening around my fingers once again, the coil within her winding tighter. “Once you come for me again, I might give you my cock. You want my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes...I want it,” Jade whimpered in response. Her voice was hoarse and strained, evident of the pleasure that I had inflicted upon her. The mere thought of my hard length buried deep inside her elicited a shudder of anticipation within me—an anticipation mirrored in the tremble of her curvy frame beneath my touch.

“You’ll have to earn it,” I goaded, my tone dark and teasing yet laced with an unmistakable promise. My thumb began circling her clit again, eliciting a sharp gasp from her

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