I wasn’t sure how Dante managed to move us so I faced our seat and he was behind me, but I didn’t particularly care.
A shiver of pleasure zipped down my spine at his next words.
“Spread your legs for me. That’s it.” Dante’s approval rumbled over me when I obeyed. “Let me see how wet that pretty little pussy is.”
I was just coming off the high of my release, but anticipation built again when the tip of his cock nudged my entrance.
When he didn’t make a further move, I pushed back against him and whined with need.
“Clean up your mess first, Vivian,” he said calmly.
I opened my mouth, intending to protest. Instead, my tongue tentatively touched the leather seat of its own accord. The tanginess of my arousal flooded my taste buds.
I should’ve been disgusted, but my core pulsed with need. My clit was so swollen and sensitive I felt like the slightest breeze could set me off again.
“Good girl.”
Dante’s praise washed over me like a warm aphrodisiac before he gripped my hair and thrust into me again.
My mind blanked. I broke out into a fresh sweat, my fingers digging into the bench as he pounded into me. Every time I caught my breath, another thrust knocked it out of my lungs again. Sensation stretched my skin taut and made me lightheaded until the world dissolved into nothing more than a symphony of squeals, moans, and the slap of flesh against flesh.
Minutes. Hours. Days.