Page 120 of Salvation

Dante grunted softly, dragging his cock along my pussy again. “You’re soaked,” he muttered, his voice all gravel and lust. “You want me that bad?”

I nodded, breathless. “I want youworsethan bad.”

His jaw clenched, his hand stroking himself slowly and tight. “Fuck, Rach… we said no sex.”

“I know.” I dragged my fingers lower, dipping just enough to coat them before returning to my clit, rubbing harder now. “We’re not breaking the rules.”

He laughed, low and wrecked, his eyes darkening. “We’re dancing all over the fucking edge.”

“Then let’s fall together.”

For a moment, we just watched each other. The only sounds in the room were our breath, the wet slide of skin on skin, the occasional groan or gasp that slipped from one of us. I rocked my hips, grinding up against the thick head of his cock as it pressed against my clit, chasing more pressure, more friction.

Before I could stop myself, my hand reached out and covered his, helping him to pump his cock. His head tipped back as he moaned, removing his hand to give me free rein.

My pussy clenched in response, finally being able to touch him as I wanted to.

And then, he was moving, removing my legs from his and for a heart-stopping moment I thought he was withdrawing from me again, to deny us both what we so desperately needed.

But instead, he laid next to me, pulling my body onto its side so we were facing each other. He hooked one of my legs over his hips and seized my hand, bringing it back to his cock.

“Ten seconds, and we stop,” he whispered, and then his hand was on me, slipping between my legs, seeking out my clit.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my hand not moving as he expertly teased me. He circled, he pulled, and he applied pressure exactly where I needed it.

“Five seconds,” he reminded me, and I snapped to reality. Moaning through the pleasure he was giving me, I tightenedmy grip on his cock, pumping up and down in slow, torturous movements.

We moaned together, our breathing frantic as we continued to stroke each other.

“We should stop,” he said.

“Ten more seconds.”

“Ten more seconds,” he agreed, slipping his fingers down my pussy and pushing two of them inside me. I arched my back on a moan and picked up the speed I was stroking his cock with. He brought his lips to mine, kissing me deeply, his lips almost punishing as he pounded my pussy with his fingers. I met him move for move, stroking his cock with long, fast strokes that had him panting against my mouth.

“Five,” I reminded him, moving my hand to his balls and squeezing them gently. His cock jerked against my hand, and I could feel the bead of pre-cum leak from the tip, coating his shaft.

I could feel the pressure building, already so close to the edge. I didn’t want this to be over so soon, and yet I knew there was no way to stop it. Dante’s fingers were sending my pleasure higher and higher, my pussy tensing around them, greedy for more.

“Time’s up,” I groaned, slowing my movements.

“Rachel,” he growled. “I swear to fucking God if you stop, I will slice your hand off and use it to finish myself. Keep fucking going.”

I laughed at his desperate words as he bucked his hips against my hand. “Ten more seconds?” I teased.

“Then let's make them count,” he swore under his breath and then pushed his body over mine, pinning my back to the bed.

He kissed my neck and then lowered his way down my body, his tongue sliding over my chest, circling my nipples and then down my stomach, lower and lower, until he was there.

“Since I’m a generous man, Rachel, I’ll give you thirty seconds,” he said, pushing two fingers inside me. “See if you can cum before the timer is up.”

He looked up at me from between my legs for a split second before he lowered his mouth and took my clit between his lips.

My response was instant. My back flew off the bed, my hand coming to my tits to squeeze my nipples tight as his hand worked magic inside me.

His fingers pumped hard and fast, curling against that one spot that drove me fucking wild. His lips created an assault on my clit, sucking, nipping, biting, giving me wild in one beat, and then licking softly the next.

It was a maddening mix of pain and pleasure, of tension and bliss.

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