Page 32 of Little Sparrow

It’s that moment when I take notice of what she’s wearing, a short black dress. Looking fucking amazing.Why?I shouldn’t get jealous, it’s probably nothing but she looks hot as fuck.

“What are you thinking about?” She innocently asks after swallowing the creamy liquid. A tiny droplet rests on her lip and I just want to run my tongue along it.

Instead I answer her question with honesty, “Your wet, hot, pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock the other day.” She blushes and licks her lower lip.

Chapter thirty-four

Rose

Hewatchesmewiththose dark eyes while I finish my drink. He has left his untouched and just watched me the whole time. I love that he bought me a milkshake. I miss my old life and he bought something back from it.

I can’t help but blush at his words. The feel of his cock in the back of my throat is burned in my memory, I’m pretty sure I bruised from his hard thrusts. I bite down on my lip and he groans. “Don’t do that” he rasps, as though he’s trying to hold himself together. My own gaze travels down his body and notice he’s hard for me.

Dante sets down his forgotten drink, walks over to me and gently takes my cup from my hands and sets it on my vanity behind me.

“Take off your dress.” He demands.

One of my eyebrows raises, “Why?” I ask, feigning innocence as I look up at him, batting my eyelashes.

He smirks, “because I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to feel me inside you for the next week.”

“Is that a promise?”

He chuckles. “Yes, Little Demon, it’s a promise.”

My heart beats faster, I reach down to the hem of my dress and pull it over my head, slowly. His hands twitch, as though he’s holding himself back from touching me. These moments make me feel powerful, the fact that he can refrain from taking what he wants. Giving me all the control.

He sucks in a breath when I’m bare in front of him, “undress me,” he demands. I reach out and undo the buttons on his shirt, when I brush the fabric over his shoulders, it drops to the floor with a barely audible thump. My hands glide down his abs until I fumble with his trousers, my nerves making me tremble. His gaze burns through me when he stands naked himself, each tattoo on display. He’s a work of art. My fingers trace them as I study his body, appreciating the permanent ink on his skin.

“Lay back and spread your legs for me, like a good girl.” He rasps; I obey. Stepping back until the back of my knees hit the mattress and I move myself backwards until I’m spread for him like a meal ready to be devoured.

“You’re so goddamn perfect.” He growls, I swear I get wetter as a rush of heat flows through me.

His footsteps get closer, I jolt when his hand glides up my calf and over my inner thigh. Goosebumps erupt over my body at the gentle touch of his fingertips.

A finger slides through my wet folds, I can’t hold in a gasp.

“You’re soaking for me.” His finger pumps in and out of me twice, when he pulls it out he strokes my arousal over my swollen clit. My hips lift to chase his hand, desperate for more.

“Patience, Little Demon.” He looks down at me with half lidded, lust filled eyes.

His featherlight touch sweeps along my abdomen and I fist the sheets at my side, willing myself not to touch him, not until he tells me I can. He brushes along my breast, circling my nipple before pinching it. A new sensation fills my body, I want more. My back arches off the bed, searching for more pain that only he can give me.

“Make me feel good.” I look up at him, my heart convulses with longing, his dark eyes staring back, I lean up onto my elbows, he stares down at the dress left on the floor. “I’ll burn that.” He murmurs before looking back at me, he reaches out and strokes my hip.

“Please, touch me,” I beg, his fingers travel up to my chest and over my nipple and goosebumps scatter over me, my back arches into his hand. Large arms circle my waist and he pulls me between his legs, laying my back down. My hands run through his hair as his soft tongue rolls over my nipple. My head drops back on the pillow with a moan.

“Fuck me.” I moan. He pulls me to him and he sits on the bed instead, I’m straddling his hips. I grind against him, his hard length rubs against me, he groans at my movement.

“I want you so bad.” He whispers against my skin, I bare my throat to him, he nips at me. I grab his shoulders, remembering to hold on. He fists my hair and pulls me back to claim my lips again. I caress his hard body, memorising every line of his large shoulders with my fingertips. He shudders under my touch.

I line him up against my slit, he grabs hold of my hips and inches me down little by little until I’m completely impaled by him. I’m still a little sore, so I wait before I move my hips and get lost in a rhythm, the moans coming from Dante as I ride him, I feel a familiar sensation building in my core. I’m going to cum already. I speed up, chasing the release I need.

I explode and cry out, Dante kisses me and swallows my moans of pleasure. His hands grab me hard and he flips me onto my back. “My turn,” he says, with a wide smile. He glides right through my arousal until he’s balls deep. I’m still in aftershocks of my first orgasm when he starts thrusting into me.

His fingers pinch my nose while still covering my mouth, cutting off my air completely. I panic and thrash underneath him. “Trust me,” he whispers while taking his hand away, and I do. So I stop fighting. “Good girl.”

He holds my breath again and my lungs burn, I become dizzy. Thrashing underneath him from instinct but at the same time my body begs to hold out a little longer. My legs wrap around him. I get wetter and our bodies slam together over and over. My eyes roll to the back of my head, his thrusts getting harder, faster.

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