Dante's POV
I watched her grip the table with passion. She was lost in the feel of my fingers inside of her. I moved them slowly and deliberately, enjoying the moans and the way she held on to the table for dear life, knowing that once she touched me, it was over.
“Dante, I can't take anymore. Please."
Erica's face was red and beads of sweat dotted her forehead. She was under so much tension.
I was slow and I would pull away from her c**t and p***y, keeping her on the edge. I wasn't going to let her c*m just yet.
I pulled my fingers out of her and she fell off the table weakly and was on her knees in front of me.
I bent down and tilted her head upwards.
“Dante…”
"Shhhh. I want you to go to my room and get naked. Wait for me on the bed. Got it?”
She shook her head wordlessly and
