Page 182 of Dancing with the Devil

He slowly fucked me with his fingers as his tongue flicked my clit. Steadily, his tongue licked my clit and I arched my back off the bed. “Antonio,” I softly moaned, looking up at myself.

My skin buzzed with warmth.

I watched my chest rise and fall heavily.

My eyes traveled down from my chest, down to the indent of my waist, and to my legs wrapped around his head.

“Oh,” I bit my bottom lip, moaning at the sight. He grabbed my thighs to squeeze it. He knows that moan was for me.

“I haven’t forgotten about you,” I teased as I ran my hands through his hair, tugging at his roots.

He groaned against my aching clit and the vibrations shot throughout my body. I lifted my hips against his mouth, rocking my hips back and forth.

In no time, I reached my second orgasm, digging my heels into the mattress. He licked up every drop, and I threw my head back, catching my breath.

I watched as he lifted his head, looking up at me through the mirror. Our eyes met, and a chill raced down my spine. The look in his eyes screamed trouble.

He grabbed my ankles, pulling me towards him. He looked down at me with lust-filled eyes and leaned down to smash our lips together.

I reached to unbuckle his belt, but he grabbed my wrists, stopping me. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against mine.

“If you’re still mad at me, we don’t have to do this,” he heavily breathed, and I anxiously licked my lips. “I don’t want you to feel pressured into have sex with me because you said you would.”

I took his face in my hands, pulling away from him. “Careful,” I teased. “I might just want this more than you do,” I whispered before leaning in to kiss him.

I held his face in my hands as his kiss turned rough, yet passionate.

I broke the kiss, laying back and propping myself up on my elbows to watch him unbuckle his belt. I bit my bottom lip, keeping my eyes on his hips, waiting for him to pull his pants down.

I licked my lips as I watched him fist his erection in his hand—his precum dripping into his hand.

He drew his hand down the length of it, running his thumb over his tip.

“Don’t stop,” I shook my head up at him. “I want to watch.”

I watched his movements, crossing my legs.

He pumped his erection faster, and my lips slightly parted. A pulsing sensation rose between my legs, and I squeezed my thighs together, arching my back a little.

I watched the veins in his pelvis grow and protrude. The veins around his hand spread out and up his arm like a vine.

His lust filled eyes stayed on me, and I planted my feet on the bed, spreading my legs for him.

When his eyes landed between my thighs, he whimpered, throwing his head back, and my stomach did ten thousand somersaults all at once.

“Fuck, Nirah,” he groaned and I watched his cum spring out, dripping into his hand.

His hand slowed down as he brought his head back, looking at me with an unwavering desire. I could watch him for hours.

I grinned, curling my finger towards him. “Come here.”

CHAPTER 43

Antonio

AS SOON AS we walked back into the venue, she rushed to find Cesar and her brother.

I watched as she smiled and laughed with them. I felt a sting in my chest as I remembered how I took that smile from her—not too long ago—and replaced it with tears.