Page 120 of Neighbors With Benefits

I bit my lip and nodded. “I’ll try. For you.”

He groaned as if this was music to his ears, then slid out of me. He knelt on the ground beside the bed, retrieving the object from his pocket. It turned out to betwothings: a small bottle of clear lube—which made sense, given what he wanted to do—and another object the size and shape as a tube of lipstick.

“Dante’s got the vibrator,” Bash said on the phone. “It’s getting serious.”

“I think I know what’s going to happen,” Aiden said.

I remained on my hands and knees on the bed, expecting that to be the mostpragmaticposition to do what we were about to do, but Dante rolled me over until I was on my back on the edge of the bed. He remained standing, coating his hard length with the lubricant. Then his fingers went down between my legs, lower, until they found my tight little rosebud.

He circled it with his fingertips, adding the lube to the saliva that was already there. His gaze met mine, and he said, “Relax, Jazz.”

I was so turned on that it barely registered that he had used myactualname.

I tried to relax, but I couldn’t help tensing in anticipation. He was about to stick his dick in my ass. How could Inottense up a little bit?

But first, he tapped a button on the end of the lipstick-shaped object. It immediately began vibrating, a fact that was hammered home as soon as he pressed it against my clit.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned.

“I have a bigger one at my place,” he said while holding the vibrator in place. “But this will do for tonight.”

I closed my eyes. I had never used a vibrator before—my fingers were all I needed to get myself off. The closest I hadever come was when Aiden used the electric mixer on me in the kitchen the first night we had hooked up.

But there was no substitute for the real thing. Dante’s vibrator was like an NBA player compared to an amateur shooting baskets in the driveway. The pleasure was intense and immediate.

“Hold it there,” he said, moving my hand to take over for him. I gripped the tiny object in my fingers and pushed it back and forth against my clit, creating a nice rhythm of vibration.

It had the desired effect—I immediately relaxed. Even when Dante pressed his crown against my back door, the pleasure from the vibrator overwhelmed any of my prior concerns. He slid it up and down, then pushed forward with his hips. There was a moment of slight pressure, and then I felt him slide into my forbidden entrance.

“There you are,” Dante exhaled, craning his head back for a moment. When his dark eyes returned to me, they were full of pleasure. “How’s that?”

“It feels… good,” I admitted. “Reallygood.”

His lips curled in a half-smile. “I was hoping you would say that. I’ll go slow.”

I bit my lip and nodded as he began to move. Just an inch at a time, in and out of my ass. That, combined with the vibrator on my clit, made me want more of him.

“You can go a little faster,” I said.

He squeezed my breast, pinching his fingers around a hard nipple and sending a flash of pain-tinged-pleasure through my chest. “Don’t tempt me.”

“I can handle it,” I promised.

Dante’s thrusts sped up a little. I loved being filled by him—I could feel his girth in my pussy, pressing indirectly against my inner walls. I moaned louder, giving him proof that I really was loving it rather than just pretending for his sake.

“Tell them,” Dante said while he moved with steady rhythm. “Tell them what I’m doing.”

“His cock. Is in. My ass,” I gritted out. “He’s fucking. Myass.”

The words unlocked something within Dante, and he pushed further.Deeper. It was still barely half of his length, but it felt like all of him. Right on the edge of what I could take.

Then he curled two fingers into my pussy, and I lost control. I went to pieces on the edge of the bed, beginning with a long moan that soon transformed into a scream. A scream of pleasure so intense it scared me. It rose to a new level, but rather than dimming like a normal orgasm, it remained at that impossible height. Every push of his cock into my ass was like a new climax, slightly bigger than the one before it.

I tried to tell him how good it felt, to demand that he never stop, but my throat couldn’t form the words.

“Your ass is so tight,” he said, jaw clenching with effort. “Oh fuck, ohfuck…”

The ecstasy tried to force my eyes shut, but I managed to keep them open to drink in the sight of Dante. Arms covered in tattoos, muscles taut with effort as he destroyed me and remade me again and again and again.

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