Page 58 of Depraved
“Mmmm. That’s feels so good,” I breathe, my eyes closed as I enjoy the sensation.
“Look at you, with your claws back,” he teases, brushing my hair off my shoulders, bringing his lips against my shoulder blades. “Are you purring, kitten?”
The warmth from his mouth spreads over my back as I feel the heaviness of his body. Dante kisses his way up, teasing me with licks and wet lips until he’s at my neck.
“Maybe.” I moan, feeling his length against my rear as he settles on top of me.
“Spread your legs. I want this,” he growls into my ear, pressing himself against my ass.
I do as I’m told, gripping the sheets as his teeth graze my ear. He grinds against me from behind, biting my neck just hard enough to make me suck in a breath.
Supporting his weight on one arm, he slides his hand over my ass cheeks and pushes past, thrusting two fingers inside my pussy.
“Fuck.” I moan as he pushes soft strokes inside my wetness while whispering dirty words in my ear.
“You’re so tight around my fingers, Sarah. Your pussy is needy, begging to be fucked over and over. It’s greedy.”
“Yes, it is.”
My voice is breathy as I answer, barely able to concentrate as I’m held down by the weight of his body and finger fucked.
“You don’t get to come before I get what I want, Sarah. Do you understand me?”
His voice is low and gravelly, but the authority in it is sending vibrations straight down to my clit.
“Tell me what you want, Dante. Name it and you’ll have it.” I grin, biting my lip as I push my ass into his hard cock and writhe against the sheets.
He lets out an amused laugh and sucks my neck hard, then mouths, “Good girl,” against my skin.
Dante pulls his fingers from my pussy and draws the slickness over my tight, forbidden hole. And my breath stills. The motion is so exquisitely naughty and so fucking dirty.
Dante doesn’t speak, just pulls from my pussy to coat my ass, over and over, in soft touches and quiet breaths. The silence only heightens the moment, the sounds my body is making creating a filthy ambience for his debauchery.
Thrusting inside me, he lets me ride his fingers until I’m panting and then traces the part up to where he wants to bury himself.
He’s preparing me, caring for my comfort and lighting me up with pleasure. All my nerve endings are buzzing like live wires at his touch. It’s overwhelming.
He draws up again, massaging and pressing his finger against the hole. My body tenses on instinct, pushing away from him into the bed.
“Hell no,” Dante growls, gripping my ass cheek and holding me in place. “Don’t you fucking pull back. Now you’ll spread wider. I said I want this, and I’ll take it.”
Every word speaks a language to me that only I can understand. Because when he’s dominant, I’m submissive…in bed.
“Yes, Dante,” I breathe out, so hot that I might catch fire.
His hand slides under my stomach and pulls my ass back up slightly.
“Don’t you move a goddamn muscle. Do you understand me? What’s your word?”
“Mercy,” I moan, biting my lip.
“Why is it mercy, Sarah?” he grits out, running his hand through my hair and gripping it, pulling my head up.
“Because I’m the only person you’ll ever show it to,” I pant.
He has me ready to come, and he’s not even fucking me.
“That’s right. You’re the only person who gets that privilege. And I’m going to punish this ass tonight. It’s a good thing you’ve done this before because I’m not holding back.”
