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My new Lilah Amiri dress was modest in length, but its V-neck exposed a generous amount of cleavage.
“I doubt it.” A hint of wariness crept into his voice when I put a hand on his chest and placed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“Are you sure?” My hand trailed down his stomach toward his groin.
His muscles were taut beneath my touch, and his throat flexed when I grazed his hardening erection.
Nerves and anticipation fluttered in my stomach.
We’d had sex almost daily over the past month, but I’d never initiated it in semi-public before. It was something Isabella or even Sloane would do, if she was in the mood. I was much more private, but the possibility of Thomas glancing in the mirror and seeing us sent a strange, unexpected thrill through my stomach.
Plus, I really wanted to know what the surprise was.
“Vivian…” Dante’s voice was heavy with warning.
I ignored it.
“I think you’re wrong.” I kissed my way down his jaw and neck while I worked his zipper down. “I think…” The soft rasp of metal dropped between my legs and pulsed. “There’s a way to persuade you.”
I pulled back and slid off the bench onto my knees. A warm heaviness settled in my stomach when I freed his erection. It was huge and hard and already dripping pre-cum, and a harsh groan filled the backseat when I swirled my tongue around the head.
I gripped the base of his cock with both hands and slowly slid its length down my throat until I hit the point where my eyes watered.
It wasn’t my first time giving Dante a blowjob, but I’d never fully get used to how big he was. How thick and long.
I’d taken him as far as I could, and there was still a good two inches between my mouth and the top of my stacked fists.
I whimpered, tasting the salty sweetness of him before I swirled my tongue around his head. Softly at first, then more confident as I fell into a rhythm, licking and sucking and bobbing until I was drenched.
I shouldn’t be this turned on already. My nipples shouldn’t be this hard, my skin this sensitive. Every light graze against his pant leg shouldn’t send a fresh jolt of electricity.
But I was, and they did, and I was drowning in so much sensation I couldn’t remember where we were or how we got here.
I just knew I didn’t want to leave.
Dante’s hands sank into my hair as the car went over a speed bump, inadvertently forcing him deeper down my throat. I spluttered, my chokes and gurgles filling the car as I struggled to accommodate the extra inches, but I didn’t pull back.
“Fuck, baby.” His groan curled low in my stomach. “That feels so good.”
I looked up, my eyes blurry with tears from taking him so deep, but pride rushed through me when I saw the pleasure carving stark, sensual lines into his face.
His eyes were closed, his head tipped back to expose the strong, tanned column of his throat. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, and his muscles flexed every time I swept my tongue over the underside of his cock. His fingers strangled my hair to the point where pain and pleasure blurred into one.
There was something so heady about having someone like Dante at my mercy. I could either bring him over the edge or keep him there forever. His pleasure was entirely in my hands, and the knowledge thrummed between my thighs with heavy insistency.
I increased my pace, my hands working in tandem with my mouth, and just when I thought he would come, he fisted my hair with one hand and pulled my head back.
My noise of protest died when he lifted me onto his lap and crushed his mouth to mine. His arousal pressed against my core, separated only by a thin layer of silk, and I instinctively ground against it, desperate for more friction.
Another harsh groan vibrated down the length of my spine.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” Dante’s stubble scraped across my skin as his mouth trailed a line of fire down my neck.
He closed his teeth around the strap of my dress and gently tugged it down while he raised my hips so he could push my soaked thong to the side.
I didn’t have time to do more than gasp before he was inside me, filling me to the hilt with only one thrust.
I only had a few seconds to adjust before he gripped my hips and slammed me down again on his cock, hard, while he drove up inside me. Again and again, harder and faster, until my toes curled and the pressure building inside me neared a breaking point.
