“How does that feel?” I’m curious. Am I doing it right?
“Good.” He lifts his eyes to mine and his arms tense against the wall.
I glide my fingers down the underside of his cock before dragging my nails lightly back up. How much control will Dante have before he breaks? It’s an interesting problem I’m determined to discover the answer to.
He’s so tall that if I dropped to my knees, I wouldn’t be able to reach him with my mouth. So I bend at the waist and lick the tip of his cock.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Sara, you don’t have to?—”
Lifting my eyes, I meet his so he can see exactly how I feel. “I want to. I know how you taste. I want to feel you come inside my mouth.”
Without waiting for him to try to talk me out of it, I lean and take his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head and tasting his precum. I hum at the solid feel of him before taking him deeper.
Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I stroke as I try to take him farther into my mouth.
“Pip, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
I don’t care. I want to feel this, to bring this man to his knees for me. I want control over my life. Wyatt saw me at my most vulnerable. I don’t regret doing it or even that he saw it, but it wasn’t meant for him.
The reason I did it, to drive this man insane. Because Dante wants me but never takes me.
His fingers thread into my hair and I worry he’s going to pull me away. Instead, he brushes my hair to one side and strokes his fingers over my cheek.
“Do you like the way I taste, pip?”
I clench my thighs together as his words make me ache with need. I hum around his cock.
“You can take me deeper. Just breathe through your nose.” His large hand cradles the back of my head as he pushes me down more. I moan around him, feeling him so deep inside my mouth that he’s nudging my gag reflex.
“Swallow, pip.”
When I do, he makes this pleased noise that rushes over me like warm rain.
“Do you want me to fuck your mouth? Take you hard and fast until you’re filled with my cum?” His fingers relax on my head.
Fuck, I want that. I press into his hand and whimper. His other hand reaches down to cup my breast, holding it, molding it. When his fingers caress my nipple, sparks ignite throughout my body.
“I’ll make sure you get what you need like a good girl.” He threads his fingers through my hair and draws me almost all the way off his cock. “Use your tongue. Slide it through my slit and clean up the mess you’re making of my dick.”
My knees feel weak as I do what he says, tasting more precum.
“Good girl. I’ll go slow at first.” He presses my head, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth, past my gag reflex, and holds me there when I try to come off. “It’s okay. Just swallow, pip.”
My eyes tear up. I swallow and try to relax and breathe out my nose, but there’s not a lot of air getting through. He draws me back and I gasp around his dick. My eyes lift to his and he’s watching me with such tenderness.
When he pinches my nipple, I moan. My knees weaken as he pushes back into my throat. He gives me a moment to adjust each time, until he pushes in and I relax around him.
“Good girl. Faster now and then I’ll fill you with my cum. You’re going to swallow like a good girl, right, pip?”
I moan around his tip in my mouth, remembering the way his cum shot out of his cock in my bedroom. I press my hot pussy against the tile, wishing I was taking him deep inside me instead.
He begins to thrust his hips and move my head while tugging at my nipple. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. His pace quickens as his breath comes out in sharp bursts. I suck on him, hollowing out my cheeks.
“Sara!” he bellows as his cock jerks against my tongue and hot cum fills the back of my throat. I swallow, trying to capture it all. I’m wound up and my pussy aches. But this is fulfilling in its own way.
Dante is here for me.
Chapter 22
