Page 165 of Theirs to Ruin

Once again, he brought his hand to my throat. He squeezed lightly. My heart pounded fast in my chest. With his other hand,he pushed one thick finger inside me while his thumb found my clit. Then he added another finger, the unexpected fullness causing my eyes to roll back in pleasure. As his thumb continued to tease my clit, his fingers pumped in and out, setting a rhythm that had my body shaking with need. “You have the sweetest little cunt and it’s milking my fingers like it never wants to let me go.”

Every filthy word he whispered against my skin, every thrust of his fingers, sent me spiraling closer to the edge. I felt the familiar buildup, the pressure in my core growing as I clung to him, desperate for release.

"I can feel how close you are," he murmured.

“I am,” I moaned. “I’m so close.”

He looked up at me with a wicked grin, eyes glinting with mischief. "Want me inside you?"

“Yes,” I said, desperate for him to fill me up, to take me over the edge.

"Too bad," he said. “Because seeing Kage going down on you almost killed me. Now it’s my turn.”

He released my throat and swiftly dropped to his knees. His tongue delivered quick, intense flicks to my clit.

I gasped and leaned back against the cold counter, my hands instinctively diving into his hair, pulling him closer. When he grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs up so my feet were planted on the counter, my pussy completely open to him, the position allowed him to delve even deeper with his mouth.

The world narrowed down to Dante, to the delicious feel of his mouth on me, the relentless pressure of his fingers and tongue. Every sensation built and built until I couldn't hold back. With a strangled cry, I came undone, my entire body convulsing in pleasure. "Dante!" I shouted, the room echoing with the sound of my climax.

As I came, I stared down at him. He kept his gaze locked to mine even after my climax subsided, leaving me panting. With a grin, Dante stood.

"Damn," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "My name sounds good when you scream it." He effortlessly lifted me off the counter and walked me to his couch, which was positioned in front of a wall. He put me down so I was seated then stood before me, his arousal evident and just inches from my face.

My eyes flitted up to meet his. His eyes were dark, full of hunger and intensity.

Gently, he gripped my chin, pulling my face slightly upwards. "Open," he commanded, his voice soft yet edged with steel. I complied, my lips parting.

"Tongue out," he ordered.

Slowly, I extended my tongue, and he touched the tip of his cock to it. The taste of him hit me instantly – salty, masculine, intoxicating. I moaned softly and I opened my mouth wider.

“Lean back,” he said.

I did as he said and felt the cool leather of the couch against my back. Dante placed his hands firmly on the wall behind the couch. The angle, combined with his leverage, allowed him more control as he began to slowly thrust into my mouth.

His free hand slid from the wall to the back of my head, fingers weaving into my hair, grasping it firmly. He maintained his pace, never rushing, every movement calculated to tease and tempt, to push me to my limits.

Soon, his thrusts grew increasingly aggressive, his grip on my hair tightening as he lost himself in the sensation. With each plunge of his cock inside my mouth, he whispered filthy promises and praise.

"You take me so fucking well," he growled, his voice rough with need. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this, wanted to feel your warm mouth around my cock."

Every word he uttered was laced with lust and passion, and only spurred me on so I took him deeper and deeper.

"You look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth, Camille. I love seeing your lips stretched so wide."

Suddenly, he pulled out. My breathing was ragged, my face flushed with need.

"Give me your hands," he ordered.

Obediently, I held them up. He took them both and wrapped them around his thick length. Even with both of my hands encircling him, there was still room left to stroke. “I want to come on you,” he said.

I remembered the way Kage had come on my face and desperately wanted Dante to do the same.

With his hands once again braced against the wall, his biceps flexing, he watched intently as I began to stroke him under his guidance.

"Keep that grip tight...now speed up, yeah, just like that,” he urged, his voice filled with urgency. "Tighter, fucking squeeze me. Make me come all over you."

I increased my speed, feeling him swell even more in my hands. Moments later, he threw his head back, a groan escaping his lips as he released onto my chest.

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