Page 74 of Salvation

I leant back against him, my hand travelling down my body. I met his eyes in the mirror as I used my fingers to separate my pussy lips, letting him see how wet I was.

“Touch yourself,” he whispered in my ear, his lips lingering against my skin.

I did as he asked, circling my clit with the tip of one finger, my head tipping back against his shoulder, releasing a shaky breath.

I picked up the speed, circling faster, his eyes on mine the entire time.

“What do you want to see?” I challenged him. “Command me.”

He sucked in a sharp breath at my words, before a devilish grin took over, knowing I was giving him complete control.

“Slide your fingers inside your pussy,” he demanded.

I returned his grin before I slid my fingers along my wetness, coating them completely and pushed two of them inside me. Dante’s hand grasped my thigh and pulled it apart, opening me wider to his gaze.

“Now slide them in and out, nice and slow, Rachel.” His hand grasped my wrist and gently pulled, telling me to remove my fingers before I pulled against him, pushing them back in.

I moaned softly, repeating the movement, feeling Dante’s cock press against my back. Every time I pushed my fingers inside me, his cock twitched, his breathing laboured.

“That’s my good girl,” he said, running his tongue along my earlobe. “Go faster for me, Rachel. Show me how you’ve been fucking yourself whilst I’ve not been here to do it for you.”

I complied without hesitation, slamming my fingers deep inside me over and over, my body sinking into Dante’s. He supported me completely, one arm circling my waist, the other wrapping under my thigh and lifting my leg off the floor, opening me wide.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my back arching. I lowered my other hand and began circling my clit with the same frantic speed I was using to fuck myself.

“Is this what you did when you missed me, Rachel? How many times was my name on your lips when you made yourself cum?” he asked, tightening his hold on me when my body began to shake.

I shook my head, bucking my hips into my hand, my fingers slipped too easily, slick and desperate.

“Oh, Rachel,” he murmured, letting go of my leg and seizing my wrist firmly, stopping my movements. I whimpered, jerking my body forward, wanting more of that delicious feeling, but he held firm. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, if you’re not going to be a good girl and answer the question, I’m not going to give this greedy little cunt what it so desperately wants.”

“Dante, please,” I begged.

“How many times? How many times did you call out for me? How many times did your pussy clamp down on your fingers, wishing it was my cock instead?”

“Dante…”

“Come on, darlin’,” he said, using his thumb to circle my clit. His other hand pushed my chin towards him so he could capture my lips with his own in a rough, punishing kiss. “Put us both out of our misery. I’m fucking dying to watch you come apart, to see you make yourself cum. Tell me.”

“Every damn time. Always you. No one else, not once.”

I had expected a smug reply. A smart remark. Anything that would mock me for my confession. Instead, he gave a sigh that almost sounded like relief, and let go of my wrist, burying his face in my neck so he could kiss my frantically beating pulse.

My hand immediately went back in between my legs, my fingers sliding into my pussy.

Dante lowered us both to the floor, sitting me between his thighs and hooked both of my legs over his, spreading me wide open, my ass off the ground.

I used the leverage, thrusting deeper, chasing the edge he was dangling just out of reach. My head tipped back over his shoulder again, my entire body arching as I fucked myself with a relentless, punishing speed.

“Your body is fucking perfection,” he whispered to me. “You’ve no idea how many times I’ve fucked my hand thinking of you. Your pussy is like a drug to me. I hear the noises you make every time you cum whenever I try to sleep. You only have to look at me and I’m fucking hard. God, Rachel,” he breathed, moving one hand around my throat and the other down to my tits, squeezing my nipples.

His actions sent me wild. Having my breathing taken away was my fucking kryptonite, and he knew it. He felt my body tense with pleasure, my fingers slamming into me, the sounds of my wetness filling the room.

“Add another finger,” he demanded. “Stretch that pussy ready for me. Because I can’t go another day without fucking you, Rachel. I need you.”

His words were all I needed to sending me flying over the edge. I came with a strangled moan, Dante tightening his grip on my throat. My hips rocked against my hand, my legs shook uncontrollably, and as he released his grip, all I could do was murmur his name over and over again as I rode out every last second of my orgasm.

Dante stroked my body as I came down from my high, feeling the release from my orgasm slide over my ass and the back of my thighs. He grinned when he noticed, seeing how completely he had made me come undone. I kept my eyes on his, waiting for him to make the next move.

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