Page 43 of Wicked

“Wider, open yourself! Don’t make me ask twice.”

“No,” I huff, desperate.

As the dark stranger inserts another finger in me, he rubs my clit with his rough thumb.

The hand on my breast is suddenly gone, and he holds my hips still as I squirm. Both of his hands are on my clit and core, and I grind against his cock.

Reaching back, I grab him around the back of his head.

“Stay still,” he growls, his face an inch from my ear.

I can tell he’s angry, and he could bite me hard. It excites me even more, and his breath is hot.

Suddenly he bites my earlobe and forces his tongue inside my ear.

I almost come on the spot, and I have trouble breathing. I need his cock in me, in my tight pussy or butt. Even if it hurts or tears me in two, I want it… anywhere… everywhere.

I need to reach the hard cock under me, but Dante holds me in his grip. I cannot get to it, and I am desperate. Suddenly, Dante’s long tanned legs exit the bath like mine, and he wraps his feet around mine.

His brutally strong legs lock around mine, and theyconfine me.

Almost in a wrestling-like move, they hold my legs wide.

I cannot move or close my legs an inch. I am totally at his disposal and totally open as my wet pussy is exposed for all.

As Dante puts more circular pressure on my clit, I try to buck as his other hand moves back to my nipple. He bites my neck, and I whimper as I start to lose it.

It’s almost unfair. Even inhuman. He is playing me like a musical instrument and playing me to perfection. I try to buck and grind against him, but I cannot.

I want to scream, and I start breathing faster and harder. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!” I say, unable to control myself.

Dante’s expert fingers pump into me fast and hard, and he somehow hits my G-spot again, and again, and again. I give in to him, fully, and I’m close.

His pressure on my clit is spectacular, and I am close to begging him to fuck me. Suddenly, from somewhere, it comes like a freight train.

I arch my back like a cat’s. “Come…”

Just before stars shoot through me, and I orgasm, Dante’s hands stop, and he holds me around the throat. “Don’t you fucking come.”

I am about to scream in frustration, and I am close to begging. I need to come.

“Shhh shhh,” he says, calming me. “Just breathe.” I inhale, confused, and anger rises. Dante teases my clit and G-spot again, and his fingers know exactly what they are doing.

I am seconds away from coming again, and I beg, “Please, let me come now.”

“Don’t you fucking come!”

I start to mentally lose it, and I cannot hold on anymore. I try to breathe properly, but I am gasping and fraying. It’s not fair.

“Touch yourself and help me.”

I hesitate.

“Now!” comes the command, an inch from my ear. A second later, Dante hits my clit and G-spot at the same time.

I suddenly grab his hand, and I put pressure on it. I then force him to circle my clit and drive our fingers deeper inside me.

“Oh my God,” I moan, so turned on.

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