And then she drops down to her knees and strokes me as she looks up at me.
"You helped me clean up," she says. "Maybe I should help you clean up as well."
A white bead of come forms on my tip. She licks it clean with her tongue before wrapping her lips around my head. This girl is going to be the death of me.
"I can taste myself on you," she says.
And I nearly spill right there.
She sucks me deeper into her mouth. I let her take control at first, letting her explore me on her own terms. When the urgency builds, I take control, using her mouth like I'm paying her for the night.
"You're a vision on your knees, little girl," I say. "Sucking and swallowing and trying so hard to take all of me inside your mouth."
She spreads her thighs apart, letting me see the way her pussy glistens with arousal. I don't know what takes over me, but I place my shoe between her spread thighs.
"Ride it," I tell her.
With a heavy blink, she does exactly that. She sits down over my shoe and slides her slick pussy all over it as she continues taking my cock.
It's the way she obeys everything I tell her. It's the way she's so eager for it.
She's her own woman usually, but when the two of us are together like this, she trusts me so implicitly. I'm nearly choking her right now, but she loves it. She lets me take her exactly how I please. It makes her wet when I'm rough with her.
"You're my perfect little slut," I praise her. "I filled your pussy with my come, but that wasn't enough for you, was it? You need me to keep all of your holes stuffed with my cock."
She cries out loud, holding one of my legs as she comes over my shoe. The sight of her riding it so shamelessly tips me over the edge. I push deeper inside her throat and spill inside her mouth. She swallows like a good girl who wants to make her daddy proud.
And when we're done, she presses her cheek against my leg, panting softly. I gather her into my arms again. She's drowsy as I hold her close to me.
I can hear the sound of her heart beating, syncing with my own.
"After all of this is over, I'll take you somewhere," I say. "Anywhere you want.Roma. Santorini. The Caribbean. It'll just be the two of us, and we won't have a care in the world. There won't be anything hanging over our heads. Not a single thing for us to worry about."
She glances up at me. "It doesn't matter to me where we go, Dante. As long as I get to be with you."
It feels like everything's finally falling into place.
I ignore the voice in my head that tells me that everything is about to fall apart.
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Ifeel him inside me with every step I take.
He holds my hand as we walk back toward the restaurant. The ground is a little slippery from the rain. It's still drizzling, but it's not as bad as before.
"There they are," Nico calls out. "And they were doing exactly what I thought they were doing."
Max shakes his head, looking defeated. My sisters watch Dante intently, like they're still trying to figure out his every motivation and intention.
Dante pulls out my chair before sitting down beside me. He ignores Nico's smirk and clears his throat.
"There's something all of you need to know," he says.
I tense. I think he’s about to tell them the real reason we're in Bali. He kept it under wraps for this long, but they're bound to find out anyway.
"We're listening," Nico says, scooping up a piece of creamy tiramisu.
