Carnevale and Subterfuge by Selena Illyria Page A

you’re wet for me.” He groaned, her taste rolled over his tongue and he had to keep from moving back, lying down on his stomach and feasting on her plump, damp labia. He resisted fucking her pussy with just his fingers until she came.
    “Tell me. Let me hear that I make you wet and aroused. Murmur to me how much you need my cock inside of you. Come on, sweet, whisper to me how much you want me.”
    “I don’t think I can take much more of this massage,” Ana groaned.
    “Why?” Diego ran his thumbs up and down on either side of the opening of her sex. She writhed underneath him.
    “Dodger, please stop teasing me. Fuck me,” she begged.
    “Not ready yet. But here’s a taste.” He used his fingers to arouse her. He parted her thick nether lips to expose her clit and massaged it with his thumb. Moisture trickled from her entrance and he swiped it up with his thumbs and continued to tease her, giving her just enough pressure but not what she needed.
    He stuck two fingers into her pussy. Her inner muscles clenched down and he groaned as his cock jumped. Leisurely, he fucked her while strumming her clit.
    “You like this, love? Need more?”
    “Dodger, please. I need you inside of me.”
    “I am inside you. My fingers are, at least.”
    “I need your cock.”
    “Not yet.” He pumped his fingers faster and pinched her clit between his index finger and thumb.
    She gasped. Her legs writhed against the cotton sheets. He bit his bottom lip hard, using the pain to focus on giving her pleasure. With a deep breath, he reclaimed his determination and pushed away the ache of his balls to release her clit and began finger fucking her faster and harder. Her body stilled. Her vaginal muscles rippled around his fingers before clamping down tight. Ana began to shake as she cried out.
    Diego watched, enraptured by the sight before him. Sweat misted her body. Her head thrashed about on the pillow and her mouth was open as she came. As the spasms stopped, her breath came out in pants. Her pussy continued to pulse around his fingers until that too died away.
    Reluctantly, he withdrew the digits from her sopping sex and slipped them into his mouth, moaning over the salty sweet tang that was her.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    As her body calmed down and the sweat cooled on her body, Ana sighed. Her pussy clenched when Dodger slipped his fingers from her aching channel. Despite coming, she still wanted him inside of her. There was the relaxed feeling of the afterglow but there was also restlessness. She felt unsatisfied, unfulfilled. The bed moved and she heard him walking around the room.
    “Dodger—” Anarrae started.
    “Yes, love?” he asked. Dodger sounded so distant her heart hurt.
    “I want you to fuck me. No more massages. I’m not satisfied.” She waited for him to get angry. Past lovers had always been offended when she said that she wasn’t happy with their performance.
    “Roll over.”
    That two-word command made her cold. Anger stirred up and pushed away arousal.
    “I’m not going to do a damn thing. You just—”
    He cut her off. “I’m not done yet. I’m not satisfied either, but I’m not just going to fuck you and be done with it. Let me continue my plan, and I promise you you’ll be more than satisfied.”
    The mattress dipped and the bed moved. Ana felt the wet swipe of his tongue on her ass before she felt the pain. It lanced through her and she cried out. He’d actually bit her ass. As the ache faded it was replaced by heat.
    “Now, chop-chop and roll over. Or I’ll do it again.”
    Curious and aroused, she did as he asked.
    “Spread your legs wide. Let me see your gorgeous pussy again.”
    His words heated her body and arousal twisted in the pit of her gut. She spread her legs wide and waited. Leather slid over one ankle and tightened and she drew in a deep breath as her heart thudded against her rib cage. He did the same for her other ankle. The bed bounced and she could smell the musk and sweat