Her eyes widen with shock, but I see the evidence of her desire between her thighs.
I spit on her sex again and massage it into her skin.
"You make me want things I never even dreamed about," I confess to her. "You're going to look so pretty with my come dripping down your thighs."
I latch onto her clit again, tugging her closer to me until the scent of her floods my lungs. She's dripping all over me now, my chin sticky with her desire.
Her flesh is swollen and puffy against my mouth. I write my name on her pussy, repeating it over and over again so her body knows who it belongs to now.
I can tell that she’s close now. I wrap my lips back around her clit again and nip it with my teeth before suckinghard.
“Come for me, little darling,” I say.
And she does. She falls apart like a dream, making my obsession with her grow.
“Oh my God.” She blinks down at me. “That was one hell of a kiss, Dante.”
I stand and pull her close. I kiss her once again, making her taste herself on my lips.
"I'm only getting started with you,piccola,” I say. "I should feel guilty for corrupting you, but you taste too damn sweet on my tongue. I'll never get enough of this."
The beast inside me wants to push her thighs farther apart and shove my cock inside her, but she's not ready for that. Not yet.
As if she can read my mind, she glances down at the outline of my hard cock against my pants. "What about you?"
"What about me?" I ask, teasing her.
"Do you want me to, um…" She trails off.
My cock swells at the thought of Grace on her knees, looking up at me with those pretty eyes as she takes my cock into her mouth for the first time. But I need to be patient with my little bird.
“I have a surprise for you,” I say, brushing my thumb over her soft cheek. “It’s waiting outside the front door.”
“I usually don’t like surprises,” she says.
“Something tells me you’ll like this one.”
21
GRACE
My heart nearly explodes.
I never thought I would see it. I'm in a stupor as I walk toward it.
I run my fingers over the wicker basket of the bicycle. It's a dusty-rose pink, and it's everything my little eight-year-old heart desired.
I look at Dante. I don't know what to make of this man. I don't know how to compartmentalize my growing attachment to him.
"Are you trying to buy my love, Dante?" I ask.
"Is it working?" he replies.
"You wish." I smile up at him.
His eyes drop to my lips. He's looking at me like he's trying to memorize me. Sexual desire is one thing, but this is something else altogether.
"Do you want me to teach you how to ride it?" he asks.
