Page 52 of Inferno

She nods, and I pull her bottom lip back before ducking my head and capturing it with my own and sucking.

“Words.”

“Yes. I can handle it.”

“Good. Be a good girl, lie down and spread those legs for me. Let me see all of you,” I whisper against her cheek.

I glance down at the milkshake placed next to her and her eyes follow mine, and she smiles.

A promise is a promise.

I bet she’s sweet enough without the milkshake, though.

She slowly lays down and opens her thighs, letting her knees rest on the wood, and my god, am I salivating.

Untying the bow on either side of her skirt, I rip them off, toss them over my shoulder, and release her glistening pink pussy.

“Beautiful and so ready for me, aren’t you?” I trail a finger along the inside of her thigh, brushing past the edge of her smooth pussy, and she wriggles.

She reacts to every touch, every breath. She’s fucking perfect for me.

Her lips part as I press a finger on her clit. Working in small circular motions, I keep my vision fixed on her. I want to see what makes her tick. Explore her.

For some goddamn reason, I want to make this perfect for her.

More than a fuck.

I want to give her something to remember, because this nagging feeling in my gut tells me she’s never been worshipped.

I don’t want her to just come. I want her to explode.

“So beautiful, heartbreaker,” I say softly, dragging my finger back to her entrance.

Her body starts to shake and I pause, gauging her reactions to me.

She’s trembling and I’ve barely touched her. I frown and move my hand, stroking her thigh in reassurance.

“All good?” I ask.

“Yes,” she replies quickly.

As I slide one finger inside her, her back arches slightly off the table and she sucks in a breath, biting down on her lip. I love watching her reactions so I can work on my next move.

A puzzle that I want to fit together perfectly.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I ask, and she nods.

“Open your eyes, look at me, see how much I’m enjoying watching you,” I command, and her blue eyes snap to mine.

“Good fucking girl. Another one?”

That makes her cheeks heat a bright red.

“Yes.” That husky, breathy whisper sends my heart wild as I sink in another finger. Her tight pussy squeezes me, when my dick is inside, I’m going to explode in two minutes.

With a few deep thrusts, I study her as the blush spreads all the way up her neck and to her cheeks. The sound of her wetness coating my fingers fills the room.

“M-more,” she cries.

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