Page 55 of Ruined in Vows

“Touch your cunt,principessa,” he grinds out, snapping me from my thoughts.

I swallow, suddenly shy, though there is no reason to be. We have done this many times over the phone and even more in real life. Shaking my nerves away, I use one hand to play with mybreasts, while I snake the other one down my stomach and to my sex.

Circling my clit, I gasp, my eyes closing as pleasure hits me.

“Eyes on me, angel. Show me those pretty blues while you finger fuckmypussy,” Dante growls. Doing as he commands, I open my eyes, keeping them focused on my man. His dark orbs flash with satisfaction, need and desire. “Good girl. Now push two fingers inside. Tell me what it feels like.” His tone leaves no room for argument as he circles the tip of his cock with his thumb, rubbing in moisture.

Trailing my hand from my clit to my slit, I rub gently, my back arching when pleasure zaps through my veins. I am so wet, it’s almost embarrassing how easy it is for me to slide two fingers inside. I gasp, my hips rolling up, my eyes threatening to close. But Dante doesn’t allow it.

“That’s it, angel. I know you want to close those beautiful eyes but keep them on me. Thrust your fingers inside you, but imagine they are mine and tell me how it feels.”

“G-ood,” I stutter out.

“Yeah?” his enraptured gaze stays on my pussy. “Is it warm? Wet?” he groans, his hand fisting his dick. “Yeah, you’re so fucking wet, I can hear it through the phone,” he mutters.

He isn’t wrong. The squelching sounds are almost obscene in the otherwise quiet of my bedroom. I would be mortified if I didn’t know it drove Dante absolutely feral with need.

“So hot and wet. I wish it was your fingers doing this to me,” I breathe.

“Soon, baby,” he murmurs. “Now pull your fingers out and show me your tight little hole. I want to see how much your fingers have stretched your cunt.” I falter, so close to hitting my orgasm. “Put your feet on the mattress. Let your legs fall to the side and spread your pussy open for me, so I can see what belongs to me.”

My stomach tightens at his dirty mouth. God, I love it. The way he is so unapologetic in what he wants, does things to me. Pulling my fingers from my sex, I place my feet flat on the mattress, then let my legs fall to the sides.

Reaching down, I part my pussy, until it’s on full display for Dante’s inspection. I squirm on the bed, as his eyes rake over me and he licks his lips.

“Fuck,principessa. Your cunt is going to grip my cock so well,” he mutters, stroking himself harder. “I want to shove my dick inside you and never leave. Your pussy is so fucking pretty, angel. So pink, juicy, and ready for me. You’re going to stretch right around my cock.”

“Dante,” I whimper.

He smirks. “Such a good girl, calling my name. Now slide your fingers back inside. I want us to come together. I’m so fucking close.” His voice is a strained groan, his neck muscles corded with his restraint.

Pushing my fingers back into my pussy, I gasp as pure pleasure consumes me. It’s not going to take long for me to find my release. All the dirty talk, plus the forbidden nature of what we are doing, is turning me on so much my whole body feels like a live wire waiting to explode.

“Dante,” I moan, my hips rolling with every move of my fingers.

“I know, baby. I’m here with you. Come for me,principessa.” He groans, stilling his movements as his cock pulses. White liquid shoots from the tip, coating the bed sheets and his shaft.

The sight is so erotic, it sends me over the edge. My pussy clamps down on my digits, squeezing, as my climax soaks my fingers, and I call out Dante’s name.

Slumping back against my pillows, my chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. Shit. That was intense.

“Allegra,” Dante’s soft voice sounds distorted in my ears, like a fog has descended over my hearing.

“Hmm?” I crack one eye open, looking at the screen.

He grins. “You’re so pretty when you come for me, baby.”

Snorting a laugh, I snatch my phone up with the hand that wasn’t inside me. “I better go get cleaned up.”

He sighs. “Me too. I can’t wait to see you. I will be cleaning you up with my tongue, sucking up every last drop of your come.”

My stomach does a somersault, arousal heating my veins once more. I need to end this call before we go for round two. “Soon. I will speak to you tomorrow?” I ask it as a question because I have not been filled in on what exactly is happening and when.

“Yes, baby,” Dante agrees.

I smile. “Okay. Be safe. I love you.”

“Love you too,principessa. Get cleaned up and get some rest. You will need it for what I have planned.”

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