Cassie.
I twist my head over my shoulder, my breath hitching as Dante’s zipper rasps open—slow, deliberate.
He doesn’t bother shoving his trousers down; they stay bunched at his thighs, framing the thick, veined c**k that springs free, angry red head already slick with precum.
It bobs heavy, slapping his abs before he fists it, dragging the crown from the cleft of my ass down through my soaked lips, parting them with a filthy glide that makes me whimper.
“Eyes on me, princess,” he growls, slapping the fat head against my clit once, twice—sharp, wet smacks that jolt through my core. “Watch how I ruin this virgin cunt.”
I do—can’t look away. He notches himself at my entrance, teasing, circling, coating his length in my juices.
“Beg for it,” he demands, one hand still pinning my nec
