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I bit my lip as I gazed up at him. He looked down at my lips before leaning down and placing a kiss on my neck.

“Tell me again, Tesoro. What was your little dream about, hmm, baby?” he asked teasingly as he ran his hands over my waist, and I blushed heavily as I looked away. He turned my chin with his hand and made me face him again.

“Don’t be shy...” he whispered, rubbing his thumb along my bottom lip. I unconsciously tried to close my legs, but his other hand kept them separated as he continued looking into my eyes.

“We were having sex...” I whispered breathlessly, and he hummed as he moved his hand down my chest and navel, only to end up under my skirt.

“Hmmm, and I also believe—” he began, making me jerk slightly as he placed his thumb at the center of my clit over my panties and stockings. “I asked you a question… did I not?” he muttered, and I nodded my head as he slowly moved his thumb in circles.

“I didn’t get an answer, baby… do you want me to ask you again?” he asked tauntingly, and my hips involuntarily rose as my body responded to his touch.

“When we were having sex in your dream,” he began, his tone lowering as he placed more pressure on my bud, “...was your little pussy happy?”

I did my best to keep my breathing at bay, but my body felt on fire all over.

“Answer me, Tesoro,” he ordered, moving his thumb faster, and I let out a small whimper as he continued to hold my legs apart.

“Yes,” I whispered, and he hummed as he continued his torture.

Leaning down to my ear, he spoke once again.

“Do you want me to make your little pussy happy again?” he asked teasingly as he slowed his thumb movements, causing meto whimper once again as I whispered the word that would give him complete control of me.

“...Yes.”

Chapter fifteen

Teegan

Levi chuckled darkly as he placed his hands around the hem of my stockings.

“Lift your hips, Tesoro,” he ordered, and I gulped softly, leaning my hands back on his desk to lift my hips as he pulled down my stockings and panties, leaving my skirt in place.

Pulling them down to my ankles, he bunched my skirt above my hips as he looked down and licked his lips.

“Look at that…” he whispered as he gazed down, and I gulped softly as I looked down, following his gaze before I moaned softly as he placed his thumb on my bud. My face was most likely glowing red and I felt very… shy in his presence all of a sudden.

“Your pretty little pussy is begging for my attention, Tesoro… You’re already soaking wet, baby,” he muttered as he slowly pushed his thumb between my folds, causing me to cover my mouth as a high-pitched moan wanted to surface.

Levi looked up at my hand briefly, then his eyes went back down with his head shaking.

“That hand of yours isn’t going to do much for your little noises, Tesoro,” he warned, and I squirmed as I felt one of his fingers enter me slowly.

“Fuck, look at how you clench around my finger... You’re so tight.”

Leaning back on my hands, my chest rose erratically as he began to go deeper. Another finger pushed through to enter me and I hummed softly as his lips placed a small comforting kiss on mine.

Eventually, his pace quickened, causing my moans to surface and become louder. Pulling back from the kiss, I gazed up to see he had an almost sinister look in his eyes as his pace only increased while he continued rubbing my folds.

“Making your pretty little pussy happy, aren’t I?”heasked mockingly, and I whimpered as I tried to grab his hand to slow him down. Instead of doing so, he grabbed both of my wrists and held them to this side as he continued the pleasurable torture.

“Levi... p-please,” I whispered, and he tilted his head.

“What was that, baby? Do you want to cum? Well, why didn’t you say so...” he said degradingly as he forced his fingers deeper and harder as my legs began to shake. I whimpered once again as I laid my head on his shoulder while coming undone.

“There you go… that’s it. Good girl, you look so fucking adorable when you cum, Tesoro,” he praised me as he slowly pulled his hand away and licked his fingers clean.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet.”He spoke to himself in Italian, but I didn’t even have time to truly process that he was speaking another language. Not after this man sent me to the moon.

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