9. Dante

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Fuck. I have never tasted a sweeter pussy.

Knowing that no one has ever eaten her out fills me with such a sense of pride, that I'm the first to give my female this kind of pleasure. And it makes me wonder, if she's missing out on this, what else is she missing?

I vow to make it my personal goal to blow her gorgeous mind every chance I get.

My fingers knead her hips. Gripping her and then pulling her harder against my mouth as I push my tongue into her tight channel.

"Oh, fuh—Dante!" she gasps. Her hips rock up against my mouth with her fingers gripping my hair. The sharp sting from her pulls makes my cock throb.

My name has never sounded so good. With a groan, I press my face deeper between her legs, plunging my tongue as deep inside her as it will reach. With each rock of her hips, I drag it through her folds to circle her clit.

She stiffens when I give her light strokes over the sensitive little bud and her fingers clench painfully in my hair, but I don't stop. I circle her little clit, alternating dragging laps with sharp flicks until my head is clamped between her thighs and her muscles are quivering.

"Are you close, baby?" I ask her, pulling back just enough so I can pull her puffy lips apart with the fingers of one hand. Her pink flesh is glistening with her slick arousal and her tight little hole is clenching, begging to be stretched and filled.

Dragging my fingers through her drenched copper curls, I tease her needy little entrance before pressing my index finger against it. She takes me easily with a soft sigh.

My cock is like steel against my zipper, and I grind my hips into the mattress in time with the slow pump of my finger to try to ease some of the tension. Fuck, I'm not gonna last, but she's not ready for me to fuck her yet.

"Oh," she moans when I add a second finger. Her hands thread through my hair, clenching and unclenching, pushing and pulling in time with my strokes.

"Relax and let me in," I say against her heated flesh, before leaning in to flick my tongue against her clit when I ease a third finger alongside the other two.

She makes a choked sound and her hips rock as she works herself on my fingers.

"That's my good girl," I tell her, twisting and then curling my fingers up to hit the nerves deep inside her.

"Dante, please." Her muscles clench and her hips begin a frantic rhythm, meeting every thrust of my fingers.

"Do you need more of this?" I ask her. "Do you want my fingers deeper? Faster? Tell me what you want, baby."

She whines.

"Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me what you need."

She snarls in reply, and I can't help the breathy laugh that escapes from deep in my chest.

Snaking my other arm under her, I grip her hip in my palm, holding onto her as I hover over her delicious cunt. She shivers with each puff of my hot breath that ghosts over her sensitive flesh.

"Do you want more of my mouth?" I ask, lifting my eyes from between her bent legs.

Her chest is pumping with each ragged breath and her eyes are squeezed shut but she whispers, "Please."

"I want to hear how bad you want it, baby."

She makes an exasperated sound, and arches against the bed, lifting her hips, begging me with her body to fill her.

"C'mon. I want to hear you say it," I instruct her. "Say, ‘Dante, I want you to fuck me with your tongue,' and I'll do it. I want to hear you say it."

She looks down at me and her face scrunches in disbelief. "What? I can't?—"

I start to sit up, pulling away from the heaven between her legs.

"Wait! Okay." She swallows and her cheeks burn bright red. Aww my girl is shy. "Dante. I want you to—to fuck me."

"How do you want me to fuck you, baby?" I ask her, settling back between her legs.

"With—with your tongue," she says, writhing as she begs so sweetly. "God, please!"

The last word comes out barely a whisper but I'm already diving back into her pussy. I flatten my tongue to drag it up the length of her, before circling her clit and wringing a sharp cry from her.

She's slick and juicy for me as I lap at her slit like a cat with cream. Plunging my fingers as deep into her core as she'll take me. Alternating languid laps with tight flicks across her clit until she's squirming under me.

When my Amy is close, I chance one last look up. She has an arm flung across her eyes and her head is tilted back. Her breasts are flattened across her chest, but her nipples are tight and peaked. My mouth waters to taste those pink buds, but first…

"Tell me to make you come with my mouth," I order her.

Her arm falls back from her face and she blinks up at the ceiling. "Dante, please!"

"C'mon. Say, ‘Dante, I need to come on your tongue.' Let's hear it, baby."

To urge her on a little I curl my fingers inside her, pressing against the bundle of nerves that makes her breath catch and her eyes roll back.

"Oh, God!" she gasps when I continue to prod her G-spot. She tries to snap her knees together, but my shoulders are wedged between them.

"That's close, but not what I'm waiting to hear." I slowly pulse my fingers in and drag them out, hitting her nerve bundle over and over until she's quivering around my fingers.

"Amy. Say it now."

I press my fingers to her G-spot harder this time and she practically lifts off the bed.

"Dante! Please, make me—your tongue! I want to come on your tongue." The words flow out in a rush of breath, and she detonates the moment my lips seal around her clit.

Dragging my fingers back and forth across her G-spot at the same time I flick her clit, has my girl going nuclear. Her hips are pumping against my face, her hands fisted in my hair. Suddenly her pussy clamps down around my fingers and I'm hit with a deluge of her warm fluids.

Oh, fuck yes! "That's it, baby. Squirt all over me."

Her pussy is pulsing around my fingers, milking them, as mewls and whines pour out from her. My hips hump against the mattress as my own orgasm washes over me and I come in my jeans like a damn cub.

Her orgasm goes on and on before she finally collapses into the bed, sweaty and panting and completely wrung out. She trembles when I drag my tongue through her messy pussy once more before crawling up to collapse beside her.

"That was amazing, baby," I tell her, pushing a strand of hair off her sweaty forehead. "I've never seen a more beautiful sight then watching you come apart."

She rolls her head toward me but the look she gives me isn't the soft, post coital expression I expect.

"Don't," she whispers, avoiding my eyes as she curls into herself. "You don't have to lie to me."

"Lie to you?" I sit up so fast that her body slides into the space I suddenly vacated. "Why would you think I'd lie to you about something like that?"

She blinks up at me like I just said the most insane thing she's ever heard.

"Are you kidding me?" she chokes out.

"No. Explain to me why you think I'd lie to you. Especially about something like that."

She blinks disbelievingly and then points to me. "Because you look like you," she says as explanation before pointing to herself. "And I look like me."

"I still don't get the connection you're trying to make." She's beautiful. The most beautiful female I've ever laid eyes on.

She pushes herself up in an explosion of motion and scoots herself back so that there is some space between us. "Look, that was an amazing orgasm. The best one I've ever had, actually. But can we be real for a minute?" she asks, pushing her sex-mussed hair out of her face.

"How am I not being real with you Amy?" I'm genuinely confused and getting a little pissed. "You are a sexy, desirable woman and you turn me the fuck on!" To prove my point, I point to my lap where I'm still hard as stone and my cum is seeping through the denim of my jeans.

Her mouth drops open but then she shakes her head and lifts her arms in exasperation. "Stop it! Dante, I'm a mom. I'm on the wrong side of thirty while you look like you could be a GQ model. I'm fat and I have a million stretch marks."

I cant my head curiously to the side. I want to laugh. Fuck, I want to tell her that I'm on the wrong side of seventy—shifters age different than humans—but that's an explanation for another day. First, I need to address her self-esteem issues.

"And you think these things make you undesirable?" I ask.

She meets my eyes for a brief moment before looking away again. I see so much pain in that short glimpse and have my answer.

Fucking, goddamn it! If I had more than this night with my woman, I'd bolt out of this room right now and go after the piece of shit who made her ever think these thoughts about herself. Instead, I'm just gonna have to prove to her that she's wrong.

That she's so wrong because everything about her is amazing!