Dante's POV;

I watched her grip the table with passion. She was lost in the feel of my fingers inside of her. I moved them slowly and deliberately, enjoying the moans and the way she held on to the table for dear life, knowing that once she touched me, it was over.

“Dante, I can't take anymore. Please."

Erica's face was red and beads of sweat dotted her forehead. She was under so much tension.

I was slow and I would pull away from her clit and pussy, keeping her on the edge. I wasn't going to let her cum just yet.

I pulled my fingers out of her and...