Page 29 of Ivory Legacy

“When’s the last time you squirted, love?” I asked, driving my fingers deeper, listening to the sharp intake of her breath as I grazed her g-spot.

“Dante,” she gasped, bucking into my touch. “I don’t know. With you. The last time you made it happen, fuck!”

“That’s what I thought.” Satisfaction coursed through my veins knowing that only I was the one who could make her feel like this, only I could bring her to this edge.

“Dante,” she whined, her body trembling as my fingers continued their merciless assault on her sensitized flesh. Her hands yanked at my hair, pulling me closer as if begging for release. “Please.”

“Say it again.” It wasn’t just about the physical sensation anymore. It was about having Jade surrender to me wholly, comprehending the depths of our connection that extended beyond mere bodies.

“Dante,” she cries. “Please!”

Her plea was all the permission I needed. My thumb circled her clit with a steady rhythm as I plunged my fingers deeper, stroking that sensitive spot inside her which I knew would send her over the edge.

She screamed louder, her body convulsing in pleasure as she climaxed. Her walls clamped around my fingers, drenching them in warm, slick liquid as she rode through the waves of her orgasm.

As I slowly withdrew my fingers, Jade lay panting on the couch, her body spread out like a work of art beneath me. Her half-closed eyes and flushed cheeks were a testament to the pleasure she had just experienced. I lifted my hand to my mouth, tasting her on my fingertips. “Delicious.”

She watched me through heavy-lidded eyes, the sight of me tasting her causing her breath to hitch again. “Dante,” she whispered, reaching for me.

I gave her a slow, smug grin as I moved closer to her, pressing my body against hers. “What is it, Jade?” I murmured against the shell of her ear.

“I want you,” she whimpered, pulling me closer. Her hand slid down my chest and lower until it rested over the bulge in my pants. She gave a squeeze, causing me to hiss in pleasure.

“Patience, love,” I murmured, repeating my earlier advice. “I promised to take care of you.”

With a regretful groan, I pulled away from Jade and rose to my feet. She watched me with a dazed expression as I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, freeing my aching cock.

Her eyes widened at the sight of me, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. A rush of desire surged through me at her reaction.

But I ignored it. This wasn’t about me. Not yet, anyway.

Returning to the couch, I parted her legs and settled myself between them once again. My hands traced the curves of her hips as I lined myself up with her entrance.

“Dante,” she breathed out, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

“Hush,” I told her gently. “I’ve got you.”

Slowly, deliberately, I began to push inside her. Jade’s breath hitched as she felt herself stretching around me.

“Dante,” she repeated. But this time there was no fear or hesitation in her voice. Only anticipation and desire.

I bit back a groan as she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper inside. The walls of her pussy clamped around me like a vice, hot and wet and so damn

perfect. We both stilled as I came to a stop, buried to the hilt inside her. Jade’s eyes fluttered shut, a satisfied sigh escaping from between her parted lips.

Holding her gaze, I started to move. Slow, gentle thrusts that had her whimpering in pleasure. Her hands found purchase on my shoulders, fingernails digging into the firm muscles beneath my shirt as I began to pick up the pace.

“Dante,” Jade gasped, tilting her head back against the thick cushions of the couch.

I was torturously slow, savoring the feel of her around me.

“Fuck, Jade,” I grunted, my voice rough with desire. “You’re so damn tight.”

Her body responded to my words, her inner walls tightening deliciously around me. She bit her lip, stifling a moan.

“Let me hear you,” I growled into her ear. “I want to hear how good I make you feel.”

She obeyed, whimpering and gasping beneath me. Each sound she made spurred me on, my hips thrusting into hers with newfound urgency. She was driving me crazy with her tightness, the wet heat of her surrounding me each time I buried myself deep inside her.

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