Gianna's POV Then he pushed two fingers inside me in one smooth thrust, and I screamed. "Fuck!" The word tore from my throat, loud and desperate through the headset. My back arched off the seat, my hips jerking forward to take him deeper. "Oh Yes," he breathed, his voice strained. "You're so tight. I can feel you clenching around my fingers." He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in, and my nails dug into the leather seat. His fingers were thick, stretching me, filling me, and when he curled them inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision go white, I couldn't hold back the moan that ripped from my chest. "Dante, oh God, please..." "Please what?" His thumb found my clit while his fingers pumped inside me, and the dual sensation made my thighs shake. "Tell me what you need." "More, I need, fuck..." I couldn't form coherent words anymore. Could only feel the relentless thrust of his fingers, the way his thumb circled my clit with perfect, maddening pressure. "Look at you,
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