DANTE
I lifted her gently and laid her on the bed. Her eyes shone as they locked onto mine.
“Tell me what you want,” I said softly, “and it’s yours.”
“I want you to f**k me,” she breathed.
I smiled against her, rolling my tongue over her c**t in slow circles. Her head fell back, fingers digging into the sheets.
“I will,” I murmured, “but tell me what you want before I do.”
She was so sensitive, so alive under my touch. I tugged the waistband of her underwear between my teeth, then let it snap back and she shivered.
“I want you to take these off and lick me until I come,” she said, voice trembling.
“There we go,” I said.
I knelt between her legs, my c**k already hard, and pointing straight at her. Her eyes were glued to it, her lips wet. I stroked myself a few times, teasing her, a
