Page 109 of Powerful Deception

My gaze keeps his and my foot moves up his body and I almost combust completely after the shoe is on.

As the strap of my left heel is latched, I’m starting to remove my foot from his chest when a hand lands on my exposed thigh.

My dress not only has a cutout but also has a full on slit that stops halfway up my thigh.

And because of the position that I’m on, what with my foot still on his chest, Dante has a full view of what’s I’m wearing under my dress.

Or should I say, what I’m not wearing.

I thought he had noticed in the bathroom when he was zipping me up, but the look in his eyes tells me otherwise.

Dante slides the fabric of my dress to the side, the movement causing him to come face to face with my freshly shaved pussy.

His grip on my thigh loosens and moves upward until his knuckles are grazing my inner thigh and his fingers are grazing my folds.

“Sweet Arianna, you're going to make me lose my mind tonight.” He taunts, his thumb gently sliding over my clit.

My heel involuntarily presses into his chest. “Maybe that’s what I want.”

A growl comes out of his mouth as he slides his fingers into my fold again and spreading my wetness all around.

I thought my heel on his chest, causing him a slight discomfort was erotic, but the way he’s touch in this position is on a high level.

One of Dante’s fingers slides into me and I have to remind myself that I’m standing on one leg. I try to keep as steady as I can as he slides his finger in and out of me, but the lore he does it, the harder it gets.

“Dante.” I moan out, wanting more of than just his methodical thrust.

“You were planning on teasing me, weren’t you amate?” One of his hands grips my calf to keep me steady as the other one continues to work my pussy.

I shake my head. “Panties didn’t really go with the dress.”

Dante lets out a hum, but he continues to move his finger in and out of me.

I’m about to yell at him to go faster and to use one more finger when he slides his finger out and drops his hand completely.

He grabs my heel and glides it down the remainder of his body until it's firmly on the ground and my dress is covering me again.

“What are you doing?” I ask, the sexual frustration evident in my voice.

“We’re going to be late.” He says, standing up from the bed, placing a kiss on my lips and grabbing his tuxedo jacket from the small couch he has on the corner.

“Dante.” I whine as he slides the jacket on.

I’m worked up and if we leave now, having sex with him, is all I will be able to think about. Especially with the visual of how goddamn sexy he looks in a tuxedo. He must have had it custom made because it fits him perfectly.

And the bow tie, god the bow tie is sexy too.

This man can wear swim trunks to this thing and he will still be the hottest man there.

Once he’s put together, he comes over to me, and places another kiss against my lips.

This time a kiss that will have me applying my lipstick before we get to the party.

“I’ll give you everything your sweet cunt desires when we get home.” He pulls away, giving my ass a slap in the process.

Even though I feel like stomping my foot and telling him that he needs to fuck me now, I don’t. Instead I concede.

“Fine. Let me go get my clutch from my room and we can go.”

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