Page 87 of My Instant Karma

He moans in my ear. “You will be the death of me.”

“As long as it’s a happy ending.” I chuckle.

Dante picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I’m pressed against his manhood with only our underwear between us.

He throws the covers back and settles me down on the bed. I let my legs fall open, and he takes the invitation, leaving a trail of nibbles and kisses from my ankle to my hip.

I squirm when he hovers over my underwear, the only thing left to remove on my body. His fingers loop under the strip of elastic before sweeping them off.

There’s a twinge of self-doubt as Dante takes a moment to gaze at my nakedness, but he quickly pushes my worries aside with his next words, “Goddess, you’re beautiful.”

He dips down, and his tongue swipes through my center.

I believe the sound I make in response isn’t quite human. His mouth makes me feel things I never have before as he works my pussy, skillfully paying attention to my every gasp and twitch.

I have no doubt his goal tonight is to satisfy my every desire.

I whimper. “I’m going to catch fire if you keep that up.”

“As long as I can burn with you,” he says, and then he takes me over the edge.

His thick fingers sink into me and my breath hitches with the stretch. Damn, it’s been a while.

“Come on my tongue, sweetheart.” He encourages, “I want to feel your cunt clamping down on my fingers, then I want it milking my cock next.”

“Fuck, Dante,” I hiss.

“That’s it, babe, give it to me. I need to taste your pleasure.”

I shudder with my release, crying out his name. I swear I’m having an out-of-body experience.

When I return to my body, I’m hungry for more, and I glance down at his still covered cock. “Off,” I order.

“Yes, ma’am.” He salutes and drops his underwear, and then he salutes me with his hard, thick member.

Taking a moment to appreciate his body, I say, “I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone so fucking gorgeous.”

I reach out to touch him, and he presses into my hand. I give him a few strokes, and slide his slippery precum over the head and he bucks into my grasp. I want to see him come undone.

“I feel the same way about you. You’re too gorgeous for words.” He leans over my body and gives me a kiss. His cock is hot and silky as he rubs it over my stomach. I can’t wait to feel him inside me. “You’re a fantasy come true,” he whispers over my lips.

I don’t argue with him. I take it as a good sign that I’m accepting myself for the first time.

“I need you,” he says huskily.

I need him too, more than he knows.

He pulls out a condom from the side table.

“I’m on birth control,” I say. “And I’m clear.”

“I am too, but I haven’t had sex with anyone in two years. I’m a bit worried I won’t last a minute inside you bareback.”

“What? You haven’t been with anyone in two years?” I ask in shock.

“I suppose I’ve been waiting for you.” He kisses me again.

Sure, it sounds like a line, but I sense the truth in his words. He has been waiting for something more than a one-night stand.

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