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Placing his fork on his plate, he wraps his free arm around my waist and firmly pulls me against him. His grip is tight over my hips, holding me still.

“You haven’t earned it yet,” the fingers on my clit become teasingly light, “you still need to finish.”

DANTE

“You still need to finish,” the pad of my finger barely dusts over her clit. Her hips pull against my arm trying desperately to reach my touch as I continue to tease her.

It took her nearly ten minutes to eat the scrambled eggs on her plate. In that time her arousal has dampened the thigh of my sweatpants, and I have edged her twice.

“The longer it takes you to eat,” I plunge two fingers inside of her, “the longer I am going play with you. The longer I’m going to bring you the edge and deny you what you so desperately want.”

Grabbing the syrup from the table, I dribble a few drops between her neck and shoulder. My mouth waters as I watch the sticky beads trail down her chest. My fingers pinch her nipple to catch a drop as it is about to roll from her, and her head tips back while a moan rattles from her chest.

“You’re going to be a sticky, dripping mess by the time I let you come.”

“Please,” she begs as I suck the drop of syrup from my finger.

“You say ‘please’ like such a good girl,” I drip more syrup on her shoulder, “but you haven’t earned it yet. You need to eat.”

She pokes at the remaining food on her plate and the syrup begins to slowly trickle down her back. Gently pushing her forward, I bend to catch it with my tongue. Firmly pressing it to her skin, her thighs squeeze against my leg as I slowly lick the stickiness from her skin, my fingers playing with her clit again.

“Just a few more bites,” my fingers linger down her arm until I reach her hand, helping her put more food on her fork before picking up the syrup again, “Are you going to finish? How badly do you want to finish?”

She puts the full fork into her mouth as I place the bottle of syrup against her jaw. Squeezing it gently, I draw a sticky line down her neck until I reach the edge of her shoulder. I make a similar line on the other side of her neck as she reaches for another bite of food. The syrup begins to drip down her chest and back, covering her in a shroud of stickiness, as she puts the last bite of food in her mouth.

Patiently, I wait for her to chew and swallow the last bite of food. I look back at her with pride when her needy eyes meet mine. Her eyes are pleading with me. She doesn’t need to speak for me to know what she wants, but she’s going to.

“You’re going to need to tell me what you want,” my fingers flick over her clit.

“Dante…please,” her words so needy it is as though am denying her the air she needs to breathe, “Please let me come. Please.”

My fingers firmly rub over her clit, her hips writhing on my leg as she chases her much needed release. She is so needy from my denial that it barely takes a minute for her to come. Screams leave her and for a moment the tenseness in her body softens.

A moment quickly taken from her as I continue my assault on her clit.

I want more of her screams. I need them.

When I finally stop, she is a trembling, sweaty mess on my lap and has soaked the leg of my pants.

Lifting her with me as I stand, my free hand pushes the dishes from in front her before bending her exhausted body over the table. Holding her with one hand, I quickly pull my sweats down enough to free my hard cock.

Placing it against her entrance, I still for a second before shoving the length of me into her soaking wet cunt. She moans against the table as I quickly fill and stretch her. Bending over, I lick the syrup from her back as I slowly thrust my cock in and out of her.

“I told you,” my hips bury my cock deep inside of her, “I’m not going to be gentle this time.”

“You wanted to come,” a whimper escapes her as I forcefully thrust into her again, “and now you’re going to come until I think you’ve had enough.”

Grabbing her hands, I stretch her arms over the length of the table stretching out her body. Licking the syrup from her back, my thrusts become deeper and more vigorous. Each plunge rattles the plates on the table and elicits a scream from Venecia.

She squeezes hard around my cock as she comes, her grip nearly causing me to come. Pulling out of her, I flip her over on the table. Her tits are glistening with the sticky syrup smeared all over her chest. Grabbing her thighs, I yank her to the edge of the table before impaling her with my cock again.

Chapter Seventeen

VENECIA

Flipping me over, Dante slams into me again. His fingers drag through the syrup on my chest before he plunges them deep into my mouth. So deep I almost gag on them. Knowing what he wants, I lick and suck the sticky sweetness from him as he begins working in and out of me.

His fingers slowly pull from my mouth. Grabbing my hand, he rubs it through the syrup pooling between my breasts before taking my fingers into his mouth. His tongue laps over them and he sucks them clean as he grabs hold of my thighs. With my legs draped over his arms, he is using them as leverage to relentlessly pound into me. My back arches from the table as another orgasm rips through my body causing me to scream out his name.

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