Page 129 of Dancing with the Devil

My skirt was pushed up to my waist and I caught a glimpse of him sliding out before thrusting into me.

His hand dripped onto my thigh until his knuckles turned white and I whimpered, feeling his fingers circle my clit.

Watching myself come undone under his touch felt too overwhelming.

“Please—” I whined in a faint moan.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned with one final thrust and my orgasm seeped through me, making a mess between us.

He pulsed inside of me as his forehead rested on my shoulder.Oh, my fucking God

“Now, I know why I’m marrying you,” I breathlessly said resting my hand on the back of his neck.

Still holding his grin, he shook his head at me and I couldn’t help but chuckle. He pulled out of me before carefully lowering me to my feet.

“I’ll be fine,” I assured him and he hesitantly let go of me. I opened my mouth to speak when I noticed the state of not only his pants, but his shirt too.

“I’ll just pay for it.”

After getting dressed, I first poked my head out to make sure no one was there. As I was bending forward, he grabbed myhips, pulling my ass back against his hips. My body tensed and I looked over my shoulder at him.

“I like this,” he grinned and I bolted upright, clearing my throat. I whipped around to face him and he gripped the nape of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss.

Slowly breaking the kiss, I playfully narrowed my eyes at him. “I swear you’re worse than a horny teenager.”

“Hm,” he hummed before licking my lips.

“Ew,” I groaned, wiping my lips. I pulled out of his arms but he pulled me back and licked my lips once again.

“Wipe it off again and I’ll fuck you right here in the middle of the store,” he said and my hand stopped mid-air.

I showed him a mischievous—yet playful—grin before wiping my lips. He gave me a single nod before grabbing the hem of my skirt.

Breaking out into laughter, I tried wiggling away from him.

“Okay, okay—I’m kidding,” I laughed. He held me around my waist and I laughed as he kissed my neck. “Stop—it tickles,” I smiled, trying to wiggle away from him.

He gently bit down on my neck and as I was about to scream, I muffled it with a laugh. “There you are!” Amelia almost yelled.

Still smiling—my head snapped up to her and I felt Antonio soothe the bite with a kiss before we stood up straight.

She rushed towards us but immediately stopped. She looked between Antonio and me and scrunched up her face.

“I don’t even want to know,” she shook her head before taking my arm.

“But my bags—”

“Don’t forget her bags!” she yelled back to Antonio and showed me a cute smile.

After a long day we finally got back to the car and Antonio was leaning against it with a blunt pressed between his thumb and pointer finger. His eyes landed on me, then dropped downto the bags—from a lingerie store—and a mischievous little smirk appeared on his face.

“I got the exact same ones,” Amelia whispered to Antonio as she passed by and his face dropped immediately. If stares could kill, she’d be dead.

With a small chuckle, I took his face in my hands before giving him a quick peck. “She’s kidding,” I assured him.

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“Oh!” Amelia gasped as we entered the house. “Are you dancing tonight?”