Page 141 of Dancing with the Devil
Slightly pulling out my fingers, I used my thumb to rub her clit and felt the vibrations of her groans in the palm of my hand.
She rolled her hips into my hand and I sunk my teeth into the sensitive skin on her neck. I traced my tongue along the bite mark, before soothing it with kisses.
I held the nape of her neck, turning her head to crash my lips against hers. She opened her mouth and I slid my tongue into it.She groaned as I sucked on her tongue and I could feel how hard as a fucking rock my dick was. “Fuck, baby,” I whispered against her lips as she dripped into my hand.
“Antonio I’m-” she breathed between kisses. I bit her bottom lip, pressing my dick against her ass.
She let out a whimper, as she reached her orgasm in the palm of my hand. Her chest rose and fell a few times before she opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling with her head on my shoulder.
Her cell phone’s screen glowed as it rang, but before she could react I grabbed the nape of her neck, bending her over.
I reached for her cell phone, and pushed my tip inside of her. “Be quiet, yeah?”
I slid my hand into her hair, gripping her roots, before slamming into her. A cry lodged in her throat as she arched her back, tightening around me.
“Nirah’s phone,” I said, bringing her cellphone to my ear.
His voice was a disapproving growl.“Where’s Nirah?”
“She’s busy,” I smoothly replied, tightening my grip on her hair. I pushed her head into the sheets as I thrust into her. “Hear for yourself,” I grinned, thrusting into her and she moaned, arching her back.
I ended the call and tossed her phone back onto my nightstand, feeling satisfaction crawl up my spine.
“My obedient little girl,” I said, running my hands over her ass as she pushed her ass into my erection.
I pushed her dress to her waist and hooked my finger into the thin strap of her thong. Pulling it back, I allowed it to snap against her skin.
She groaned as her body jerked forward. I pulled out of her and molded her ass in my hands. I grinded my hips against hers and she whimpered. “Antonio, please,” she breathlessly said asI continued rubbing my erection against her clit. “Please,” she begged.
Grabbing her hips, I slowly pulled her thong down her legs. I watched her arousal drip along her thighs. With a steady exhale, I fisted my erection in my hand to stroke it.
“No,” she stopped me when I reached for my drawer. “Please—I need you inside of me,” she softly said and my hand around my erection tightened. “I need tofeelyou.”
I watched as she tried moving her hands in frustration.Anything you want, baby.
I positioned my erection between her thighs, dipping my tip in her wetness.She’s fucking dripping. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” I asked and she hummed in confirmation.
“Use your words,tesoro.”
“Yes,” she whined.
“Yes, who?”
“Yes, Antonio,” she corrected herself and I ran my hand up her back, wrapping my fingers around the nape of her neck.
“That’s my good girl,” I rasped, holding my tip against her wet slit. I slid inside of her and she let out a faint gasp.
She deeply groaned into the pillow and I slid in and out of her slowly—not entirely. “I can’t,” she groaned and I bend over, placing my hands on either side of her head. “You’re too—ah,” she cut herself off with a little moan as I pushed myself deeper. “Oh God,” she breathed into the sheets.
“Yes you can,” I whispered, kissing her shoulder and she arched her back.
I was able to go deeper, and the sheets absorbed her cries. I pressed a kiss to her ear. “There you go.”
Lifting myself, she turned her head in the opposite direction and I thrust into her. Her cries were muffled by the sheets and I squeezed her ass.
Moving my hand between her thighs, I rubbed her clit and she moaned my name, over, and over, andfuckingover.
My grip on the side of her thigh tightened as I slammed into her harder than before. I watched as she fisted her hands, arching her back completely.
