Page 75 of Made for Saints

“Stay still,” he growled, his voice rough and low, sending shivers down my spine. I whimpered, trying to obey, but mybody was on fire, every nervescreaming for more. He dragged his fingers through my soaking folds, gathering my slick and smearing it over my clit. The jolt of pleasure is electric, and I clenched around nothing, my pussy begging to be filled.

Finally, he gives in. One thick finger plunged into me without warning, stretching me open, and I gasped at the sudden invasion. He worked it in and out, slow at first, then faster, hitting that sensitive spot inside me that makes my toes curl and my vision blur. I barely catch my breath before another finger slips in beside the first, stretching me even more, and I can't help but cry out as the intense pleasure surged through my body.

I begged for more, my voice raspy and my hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt. He smirked at me, his eyes filled with desire, and added a third finger inside of me. The sensation was almost overwhelming - my body tightened around him, eager to squeeze out every bit of pleasure from his forceful movements.

I reached for his cock, desperate to feel the hard, throbbing bulge in his pants, but he slapped my hand away with a sharp crack. “Not yet,” he rumbled, his voice dripping with dominance. “Right now is all about you, my filthy girl.”

The bastard had the audacity to smirk down at me, his eyes dark and possessive as he curled those thick digits just right, scraping against my g-spot with a precision that made my thighs shake.

"You’re not coming until I say so," he growled.

I rolled my eyes, feigning nonchalance, even as my pussy spasmed around his fingers. "I’ll come whenever I want."

Big fucking mistake.

In one swift motion, he nearly pulled his fingers all the way out, leaving just the tips teasing my soaked entrance. I whimpered, my hips jerking up instinctively, desperate for him to plunge back inside me. But he just chuckled, that infuriating smirk never leaving his face.

"That’s what I thought," he said, his voice thick withsatisfaction. "Now, where were we?"

He slammed his fingers back into me, deeper this time, hungrier. Every thrust was deliberate, punishing, and I was living for it. My legs were spread wide, my slick dripping down onto the couch as he worked me like an instrument, tuning me to the edge of orgasm and then pulling back just enough to drive me insane.

"You want it?" he demanded, his breath hot against my ear. "You want to fucking come?"

I couldn’t even form words anymore. My body was trembling, my cunt aching, and all I could do was nod like a fucking desperate mess.

"Say it," he commanded, his voice a growl that sent shivers down my spine. "Beg for it, princess."

"Please," I gasped, my voice breaking. "Please let me come, please—"

The sound of the front door opening echoes through the house, and my heart plummets. My father’s booming voice carries down the hall, followed by my brothers’ rowdy laughter. My body freezes, panic clawing at my chest, but Dante doesn’t stop.

His fingers are still buried inside me, the slap of his slicked palm against my wet mound is loud—too loud—but he doesn’t slow down. If anything, he speeds up, driving into me with a brutal, relentless rhythm that has me biting down on my fist to keep from screaming.

Dante leans over me, his hot breath fanning across my neck as he growls in my ear, his voice low and dangerous. “You better hurry up and come, baby. Unless you want them to find you like this—spread open, dripping wet, and begging for it.”

My thighs are trembling, my pussy clenching around his fingers like a vice, and I know I’m close—so damn close.

But the sound of footsteps in the hallway pulls me back. My brothers are laughing, their voices getting closer. My stomach twists with a mix of fear and thrill, my body torn between panic and pleasure.

Dante doesn’t give a single fuck. He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back as he pounds into me harder, his hand snapping against my core with wet, rhythmic slaps. “You’re not gonna last,” he taunts, his voice rough with lust. “I can feel your tight little cunt squeezing me. You’re gonna come all over my hand, aren’t you? Yeah, you are. Fucking do it.”

I can’t hold back anymore. A moan escapes my lips as my body shudders, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. My pussy clenches around him as I ride out the most intense orgasm of my life.

“Good girl,” he growls.

My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears, but Dante just smirks down at me, his fingers still buried inside me as he slowly pulls out. The sticky mess between my thighs is impossible to ignore, and I know there’s no way to hide it.

“Better clean up fast,” he says, his voice dripping with amusement as he wipes his hand down with a handkerchief before tossing it at me. “You’re a fucking mess.”

I scramble to pull my pants back up, throwing myself over the wet spot on the couch as Dante chuckles under his breath, knowing he's won this round. The sound of my brother’s voices were getting louder, and I could hear my father's heavy footsteps approaching. My heart is pounding in my chest as I quickly smooth down my hair, praying that he doesn't come in here and find me like this—exposed, spent, and drenched in lust.

"Emilia?" my father calls out, his voice close. "You home?"

"Yeah, Dad!" I call back, my voice shaky but steady.”

My father's footsteps draw even closer, the air in the room becoming thick with tension as I try to find my bearings. Dante, smirking, steps away from the couch, looking like he's just witnessed a glorious victory.

The door swings open, and my father strides in, my brothers trailing behind him.

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