Page 107 of Second Chance Daddy
Just his mouth devouring me, tongue circling my clit, flicking, sucking, pressing flat until I’m writhing, hips grinding against his face, chasing every filthy stroke.
One hand anchors me, gripping my hip hard, holding me wide open, helpless under his mouth. The other slides down, two fingers pushing deep inside me, stretching me, working me in rhythm with his tongue.
“Dante—fuck,” I choke out, vision blurring as he curls his fingers, hitting that spot deep inside that makes my whole body pulse.
The pressure coils fast, dangerous, heat building low in my belly, my walls fluttering around him as his tongue never lets up.
Relentless.
Brutal.
Perfect.
“Just like that,” he rasps against my soaked skin. “Come for me, Cass. I want every drop.”
His words break me.
I shatter around him, crying out, my body locking down, hips bucking, his mouth locked to my clit, his fingers still working me through it, not stopping, not letting up, dragging every last pulse of pleasure out of me until I’m a trembling, wrecked mess.
Finally, he pulls away, and I collapse onto the mattress like my bones forgot how to function.
But he’s not fucking done.
He flips me over and pushes my legs apart again, sliding between them, cock hard, heavy, leaking against my thigh.
His eyes darken, full of hunger and pure fucking ownership.
“Round two,” he snarls, lining himself up. “And I’m not playing fair.”
His face is slick with my arousal, his eyes wild with hunger. He looks fucking feral, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck, Dante.” I part my legs for him.
“You tease me like that in my bed?” He snarls, voice pure filth, grinding against me. “Wearing this little fucking outfit—thinking I’d take it slow?”
“Take it however you want,” I pant, my eyes locked to his as I begin to grind him right back.
“Oh, I will,” he promises, lining himself up, hands sliding around my neck—not squeezing, just holding, positioning me in place like I belong to him.
I love it. Every dangerous, filthy, possessive inch of him.
Then, he leans down, taking the edge of my bra between his teeth again, this time tugging to tear until I’m completely naked.
“Oops,” he smirks, not looking sorry at all.
“That was expensive,” I protest weakly.
“I’ll buy you ten more,” he growls, lowering his head to capture one nipple between his teeth, biting just hard enough to make me gasp. “Then tear those off, too.”
His cock presses against my thigh, hard and heavy, and I try to shove into it. I need more; can’t he see?
“Lucky for you, Cass. I don’t have that much restraint,” he whispers against my nipple before reaching up to look me in the eye. His hands come to frame my face, and his mouth crashes to mine, devouring me as he thrusts inside, hard, deep, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal move.
I cry out, clutching the bed railing, his pace savage, hips pounding into me so hard the mattress jolts beneath us.
“Fucking made for me,” he growls against my mouth, snapping his hips, hands holding me in place, keeping me wide, helpless, ruined. “Tight little pussy taking all of me… fuck, Cassie.”
I whimper, holding the rails, hips rolling up to meet every thrust, body shattering again with how deep he hits, how brutal, how perfect.
