His fingers dig into my flesh. Kneading. Spreading me open.
"You have no idea," he says, "how many times I've thought about this."
Before I can respond, his hand slides between my thighs.
His fingers find my entrance.
I'm wet. Soaked from kissing him. From touching him. From watching him stand naked in front of me.
Dante groans.
"So fucking wet," he murmurs. "All for me."
Then he pushes two fingers inside.
I cry out.
My hands fly forward, bracing against the wall. My back arches. My hips push back against his hand.
He starts moving.
In and out. Slow at first. Then faster.
His fingers curl inside me. Find that spot. The one that makes my vision blur.
"Dante—"
"That's it," he says. "Say my name."
He adds a third finger.
I'm so tight. So impossibly tight. But he doesn't stop. He works me open. Stretches me. Prepares me.
His other hand grips my hip. Holds me in place while he fucks me with his fingers.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Dante
Ipull my fingers out of her.
She whimpers at the loss. Her hips push back, searching for me.
"Dante—"
"Shh." I grip her hips with both hands. "I'm not done with you."
I pull her backward.
She stumbles. Catches herself against the wall.
I keep pulling until her ass is inches from my face.
She's bent forward now. Hands braced against the wall. Back arched. Legs spread.
And I can see everything.
Her pussy is swollen. Glistening. My fingers left her dripping wet.
