28. Emiliana

"Dante..." He looks up at me with an evil smirk then flattens his tongue on my pussy. I slap my hands on the bathroom wall behind me to keep my body up. My skin is sensitive, bordering on pain but it also feels so good. He swirls his wet tongue around my opening making me wince and groan at the same time. I don't think it's supposed to feel this good.

I was only teasing him about the sex toys. He was in his head, reliving his horrific past and I wanted to pull him out of it. But instead, I got him riled up. He carried me to the bathroom, pulled my robe off, and got on his knees. There's a part of me that loves it when he is down there and not just because of what he's doing. It feels like I'm being worshipped. He sucks on my clit as his finger enters me. I want to pull away but I can feel my orgasm building up. Dante adds another finger, stretching me. My hips move back in an attempt to get away from him. This is too much.

"Do you want me to stop, innocente?" He asks curling his fi