Page 181 of Dancing with the Devil

“I got it, baby, I got it,” Antonio breathed between kisses as he put his hand out to open the bedroom door behind me.

He pulled me inside by my waist and shut the door with his foot. The door automatically locked.

He pushed me up against the door and let go of my waist. He spun me around, kissing my neck as he started unzipping my dress.

Since it was an off-shoulder dress, it was easy to get my arms out of before he pulled it down to my hips.

When the dress refused to go any lower, he ripped it in half, tossing it across the room.

“My dress,” I reprimanded as he spun me back around, smashing his lips onto mine.

He smiled into the kiss, unbuttoning his shirt. “I’ll buy you as many as you want,” he breathed between kisses and shrugged off his shirt.

He grabbed the back of my thighs, lifting me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, running my fingers through his hair.

“Prove to me how sorry you are,” I said between kisses, and he pressed me up against the door with his body.

“Just tell me how,” he whispered, kissing down my neck, and I bit down onto my bottom lip.

“You know how, Antonio De Luca,” I whispered in his ear, and he squeezed the back of my thighs, kissing my neck. “If youcan make me come twice within four minutes,” I gently bit his earlobe. “I’ll let you fuck me.”

“With pleasure,” he groaned, smashing his lips to mine.

Without breaking the kiss, he carried me over to the bed, putting me down. He kissed down my neck then down the valley of my breasts and my eyes followed him.

“Look up,” he whispered against my skin before kissing down my stomach.

Looking up, my eyes widened when I saw a mirror on the ceiling. In the mirror, I watched as his body travel lower—his lips never leaving my skin—until he stopped between my thighs.

“Cheater,” I whispered and he smiled against my skin.

My brows drew together and when I looked around, I noticed there was a mirror across the room—in front of the bed.

I sucked in a quick breath, feeling him suck on the inside of my thigh. I looked up at the ceiling mirror and watched my face slowly morph into pleasure as he ran his tongue around my clit, teasing me.

I tangled my fingers through his hair while his tongue glided up my wet slit.

He slid his tongue inside of me, and I let out a small gasp and he gripped onto my thighs. He opened his mouth wider, swirling his tongue inside of me and I dug my heels into the mattress.

I bit my bottom lip, throwing my head back. I looked up at myself in the mirror and my nipples grew hard. My lips slightly parted as he used his fingers to rub my clit.

I suppressed a groan, arching my back off the bed.

His tongue slid in and out of me as he squeezed my thighs, his ring pressing into my skin.

The subtle pain was pleasurable as his tongue fucked me relentlessly.

He pulled back, sliding two fingers inside of me and latched his wet mouth on my clit. I moaned, arching my back as he sucked my clit.

“Oh, God,” I cried with heavy eyelids.

I kept my eyes open so that I could watch myself unfold with only his tongue and fingers. The way my face was morphed into pleasure sent a tingling sensation throughout my body and edged me towards my orgasm.

He raised his hand to my chest, molding my left breast in his hand. He squeezed my nipple between his fingers, and I softly whimpered.

“Fuck, Antonio,” I breathlessly said—looking up at myself—before my core muscles relaxed, and I reached my orgasm.

He groaned, slowly lifting his head to meet my eyes. “You know you want to give me one more,” he lowly said with a taunting grin before burying his head between my legs.Fuck.