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Her voice is barely more than a whisper. “You own my pussy, Dante. And my pleasure.”
“Not quite there yet.” I murmur, ignoring the pain pulsing through my balls. I’ve never been this heavy. This fuckingravenous in my life. I’ll need to take care of it tonight or I’ll be useless tomorrow.
“You own my pussy and my pleasure, Sir,” she breathes. Her fingers quiver against her neatly trimmed mons.
“Good girl. Now… play.”
“Tell me how first, Sir.”
I curb another smile. Even horny and desperate, she craves knowledge. “I hacked your trusty little drones. Every time you turned them on, I got a ringside view.”
A wince. Disappointment in herself. “Fuck.”
Her fingers flick with irritation.
“I hope you’re not going to take out your temper tantrum on my pussy, Dahlia,” I warn softly. “Because there will be punishment for that. One I guarantee you won’t like.”
She stops a whisper away from her labia. Breathes in. Out. In. Then she tries again. Light circles at first. She gasps at her own touch.
It’s beautiful.
Raw.
And I don’t say a word. Not for long minutes. Not while she writhes and bites her lip and chokes back moans.
I let her build close. Soclose.
Until her hips buck and her breath gets ragged. Until her clit puffs up, full and eager.
“Stop.”
She whimpers. Freezes.
I rise and walk over. Kneel beside her. Slide two fingers between her thighs and find her clit.
Just one stroke. She jerks.
“No,” I murmur. “Not yet.”
Her body’sscreamingfor it. But her eyes? They’re wild with need.
“I want to come,” she whispers. “Please.”
My cock throbs. Still, I wait. Drag my fingers alongside her clit but not quite touching it. Teasing. Edging. Her nipples are sharp points that beg for my lips. For the punishing twists of my fingers. So fucking beautiful.
Her eyes flutter shut. “Please.” Her voice breaks.
“You may come,” I say softly. “But only if you thank me for denying you.”
“Thank you for making me wait, Sir,” she gasps. “Thank you for… owning me.”
“Claim your reward, baby. Come for me.”
A harsh cry and her body breaks apart under my fingers—desperate, keening,ruined.
I sip and lick at her lips as she flails beautifully on my mat, her pussy clenching, clenching, growing wetter with my strokes. Drenching me. Saturating me in my own need.
The urge to free my cock, sink in and ride the coattails of her climax is beyond overwhelming. Even the temporary high of licking her cum off my fingers feels like a breaking point.