“Even if you get on your knees and plead, I can't go raw with you of all people.” She mumbled, her words going against her action as his tip stroked her slick hole, and she shivered before letting him go.

 Yet Dante was quick to catch her hand and place it back on his shaft, his chest heaving in anticipation as he leaned towards her.

 “I won't deny I'm also contemplating not doing it. But if it would do you any good, I'm clean.” He whispered, reaching to tug at her nipple and brush his lips across her mouth before he withdrew from her.

 A sense of insatiable need prickled...