Page 807 of One More Kiss

He smiled. “Good girl.”

Keeping my gaze prisoner, he watched my reaction as he slowly lowered his head and opened his mouth, flicking one pink nipple with the tip of his tongue.

I groaned before I could stop myself. “Oh my God.”

“For you baby, I’ll be your god and your devil as long as you bow before me.” He skimmed the sharp edge of his teeth over my now sensitive nipple as he pushed his fingers back inside of me.

With my open legs draped to the side as I shimmied my ass over his lap like a complete wanton, I was helpless to stop his hands or his mouth from assaulting my every sense. He pushed harder and faster into me, driving me to the edge. I opened my mouth to cry out right as his lips claimed mine.

My hips rose, and I clutched at his shoulders. His tongue speared into my mouth, dueling with mine, aggressively swirling and tasting me, allowing me no quarter.

Breaking free of our kiss, I was at least pleased to see he was as breathless as me. “Come for me, cara mia. I want to hear your angel’s song.”

I buried my head in the crook of his neck, unable to take the power of his direct gaze. “I can’t. It’s too much. It’s too wrong.”

His hand ran up my back to fist my hair. Wrenching my head back, he snarled, “It wasn’t a request. Open those legs wider and show me how this hungry pussy likes it raw and dirty.” He pushed a third finger inside, stretching me painfully wide and sending a frisson of illicit pleasure up my spine.

Unable to disobey him, I leaned back over his forearm and spread my knees open. He quickened the pace. His knuckles bruised my inner thighs as he rammed his three thick fingers into me so hard, I would have sworn he was using his entire fist.

My eyelids fluttered closed as a guttural moan I didn’t recognize as my own slid past my lips. Stars burst behind my lids as all the breath left my body on a pleasurable gasp. My back bowed tight, pushing my breast into his mouth as he leaned his head down. The moment he bit my nipple, I came with a scream.

Dazed and still breathing hard, I was nothing more than a pliable rag doll when he shifted my body to kneel on the car's floorboard, between his opened knees. He then lowered the zipper to his jeans and pulled his cock free. The sight of his impossibly large, pulsing length only a few inches from my face broke through my euphoric sexual haze.

Oh. My. God.

Fisting his cock, he pumped his hand up and down the shaft several times before speaking. “You are mine to use or abuse. Do you understand me?”

My eyes welled with tears.

He grabbed me by the back of the head and pushed me forward till my lips grazed the tip of his cock. “If I ordered it, you would have no choice but to open this sweet mouth and let me fuck your throat so deep and hard your lungs would scream in agony, begging for breath.”

Salty tears coated my lips. I flicked my tongue out to catch them and slightly grazed his cock.

He hissed at the contact as his fist twisted in my hair.

For a moment, time stopped inside of the car.

His face was tight and unreadable as he spoke through clenched teeth. “Say it. Say you’re mine to command.”

As I responded, I couldn’t avoid my lips grazing the sensitive, warm skin of his cock. “I’m yours to command.”

“I want to hear you say my name. Say 'I’m yours, Dante.'”

Dante.

Like Dante’s Inferno.

The man who journeys to Hell.

“I’m yours, Dante,” I breathed anxiously, my nerves ready to snap.

He leaned his head against the headrest and breathed deeply through his nose.

I braced for the moment he would force me to swallow his cock, knowing it might literally be the death of me as the hard length choked the air from my body.

He released his grip on my hair. I scrambled to the other side of the car, pulling my knees up to my chest as I squeezed myself into the floorboard between the back of the driver’s seat and the back seat.

Keeping his dark gaze on me, he tucked his still erect cock back inside his jeans and zipped them up.

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