Page 32 of Ivory Crown

“Remember your promise,” I warned, voice breathy with anticipation. “No touching.”

“I won’t touch you,” he said, a smile in his voice. “But I still have to breathe.”

Slowly, almost teasingly, I moved higher until I was hovering over his face. My heart hammered in my chest with a mix of nerves and excitement.

Slowly, almost teasingly, I moved higher until I was hovering over his face. My heart hammered in my chest with a mix of nerves and excitement.

“Damn, Jade,” Dante breathed, the warm puff of his breath against my skin making me shudder. “You smell so good.” His eyes were dark, dilated with desire as he craned his neck to take in my scent. I could see his hand moving faster, an indication of his nearing climax.

I watched him from above, the sight of this powerful man undone by lust sent a thrill through me. He breathed harshly, his eyes still open as he spoke.

“And you truly have the world’s prettiest pussy,” he said. “I could just look at your pretty cunt all day. Jesus, you’re so wet. You’re dripping. I can almost taste you even though I’m not allowed to touch you.”

His words were raw and laden with a primal hunger that drove me insane. “You’re so fucking soaked for me, aren’t you?” he taunted, his breath harsh against my skin. “Just the thought of me coming on your panties has you dripping.”

“Would you like that, Jade?” Dante continued in that same maddening tone. His hand was flying over his length now, the movement becoming more erratic as he neared his edge. He was watching me intently, baring himself to my gaze without any shame or hesitation.

“Do you want to feel my come soaking through your panties? Or maybe you’d prefer if I painted your pretty, wet cunt with my seed?”

I couldn’t really hover above him anymore. I really, really wanted him to touch me, to use his skillful tongue, his skillful fingers…to bury his cock deep inside of me.

“I should come on all of your panties,” he said. “I should make sure that every time you wear them you’re reminded of how filthy you can be for me. How every time I’m near you, your sweet little pussy just aches to be filled by my cock.”

His filthy words were more than I could take, my body throbbing with pent-up desire and anticipation.

“I can’t…” I stammered, my voice shaky. “I can’t not touch myself…”

His hand stilled on his cock.

“Then go on,” he taunted, the devilish grin on his face only enhancing the wicked glint in his eyes. “Touch that pretty cunt of yours. Let me see how much you want it.”

I reached down to touch myself, my fingers on my clit. He kept to his promise, he didn’t touch me, but I could feel him watching me, his intense gaze glued onto my fingers as they worked their magic. My breath hitched at the contact, a soft moan tearing from my lips as I circled my sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Do you feel how wet you are?” His voice was throaty, rasped out through gritted teeth. “Does it feel good, Jade? Do I make your sweet little cunt throb?”

“Yes,” I gasped, too far gone to care about anything but the building pleasure. “So good...god, Dante.”

“Admit it,” he said. “I’m better at making you come than you are.”

“Screw you,” I panted, my fingers working faster. But the truth was, I knew he was right.

His gaze was heavy on me, his hand still frozen mid-stroke as he watched me touch myself. His eyes were dark with lust and anticipation.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice husky. “I love watching you get yourself off.”

I could feel the tension coiling tight within me with every circle of my fingers. The wet sounds of my arousal echoed in the silent room, adding to the heady atmosphere between us.

“You’re such a filthy girl,” Dante taunted as I gasped and moaned above him. The degrading words should have shocked me, but instead they only served to stoke the flames of my desire. “Does it turn you on to know that you’re dripping all over me? Does it make you wetter knowing that after this, I’m going to come all over your panties?”

I couldn’t respond. Words were beyond me now as pleasure crashed over me in waves, stealing my breath away with its intensity. All I could do was nod and continue working my fingers.

“Good girl,” he groaned with a pleased smirk that set my body aflame. His hand began to move again, his pace matching the rhythm of my own movements.

The room was filled with the heavy sounds of our mutual pleasure, the wet slide of our hands and the harshness of our breathing creating a symphony of sin. My mind was a whirlwind of sensations, Dante’s filthy words only serving to push me closer and closer to the edge.

“And I’m going to come on your panties,” his voice was raspy and so close. “And I’m going to make you wear them afterwards.”

The image those words painted — of damp panties clinging to my skin and every step a reminder of this moment — was too much. I felt myself spiral out of control as pleasure overwhelmed me, a strangled cry escaping from my lips as I came undone above him.

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