Page 72 of The Sound of Us

“Are you trying to drive me crazy?”

He looked up, a wicked smile spreading across his lips. “I like you crazy. I like you begging. I like you totally out of control.” He pulled out and pressed two fingers deep inside, sweeping his tongue through my folds in a rough, sensual stroke.

An inferno built inside me, my moans turned into whimpers and then sounds—pleasure, need, frustration, desire.

Dante added a third finger, stretching me deliciously wide as he continued to torment me with his tongue. He took me to the brink and let me hover until the pressure of anticipation verged on pain.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” Dante said, his lips wet with my arousal.

“I want you to make me come. Please.” I groaned, rocking my hips against the thrust of his fingers.

“Say my name.”

“Dante. Make me come, Dante.”

“Good girl.” He closed his mouth over my clit and applied a slow, relentless gentle pressure that built and built, swelling up through my body, winding me tighter and tighter until finally I crashed over the edge, pleasure breaking over me like a cresting wave.

Dante’s fingers never stopped, moving in a gentle rhythm inside me, stroking that sensitive spot that kept my pleasure at an erotic peak.

I sobbed a moan. “I can’t… Too much.”

“You can.” He pushed up and stripped off his boxers, thenrolled on a condom from his nightstand. “But this time with me inside you.”

“Like this?” I drank in the sight of him standing in front of me, his chest and pecs covered in tattoos, the ink swirling down his arms, his cock hard and thick with promise. He had a magnificent body. I could have stared at him all day.

“Are you done looking at me like you want to eat me?”

“I could…”

“Later.” He grabbed me around the waist and flipped me over, positioning me on my hands and knees on the bed. “Right now, I want to fuck you looking at that sexy ass you teased me with all night. I want to fuck you knowing that all the other men in the bar wanted you but it’s only me who gets to be inside you.” He grabbed my hair with one hand, pulling my head back as he ran a rough hand along my spine from my nape to the cleft of my ass. “I’m going to be the one to make you scream.”

“I like that you were thinking about me that way.”

“You’re gonna like me fucking you that way even more.” He shoved my knees apart with his thick thigh then plunged inside me, releasing my hair to grip my hips instead. I sucked in an unsteady breath and pushed back, taking as much as he was giving me, showing him I wasn’t fragile in any way.

“Skye. God, you’re so fucking tight.” His voice was thick, hoarse. I liked that I could do that to him. That I could affect him that way.

“You can be rough.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He kissed the scars on my back, the sensitive spot at the base of my spine. My hips arched in his hands, taking him deeper, showing him how far he could go.

“Do you like it hard, buttercup?” He pulled out and thrust faster, harder, rough in the most delicious way.

“Yes. Make me feel good,” I murmured. “Make me feel bad. Make me just feel.”

“I’ll make you feel fucking everything.” He sped his thrusts, his hips slapping my ass. “You’re gonna be a good girl and take it all.”

My fingers curled into the bedding, gripping hard to brace myself as my body rocked with his thrusts. Holding me firm with one hand, he yanked my hair back and slammed me into orgasm with his hard, pounding rhythm. Moments later, he followed me over the edge, his guttural groan melding with mine.

His arm wrapped around my waist, and he rolled us until he was on his back and I was lying on his chest, tucked under his arm. He stroked his fingers in and out of the dip of my waist while we came down from the high. I liked the small intimacy of his touch, the way he connected with me as we shuddered together.

“We forgot the music,” he said, reaching for his phone. “I made a playlist for the night I could bring you here.”

“What did you call it? I hope it’s not something lame likeSexing SkyeorDante’s Dick DanceorBanging the Broadcaster.”

“How do you come up with these things so fast?” he asked. “You make my head spin.”

“You’re changing the subject.” I leaned over, trying to peek at his playlist.

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