Page 53 of Danila


Font Size:  

He was teasing at first, his lips soft against mine, his tongue flicking out to gently brush my sensitive pearl. When he finally gave me a good, hard lick, I nearly died. My heart was beating so hard my lungs couldn’t keep up. I gripped the blanket on either side of me, holding on for dear life as Danny suckled my clit and then fluttered his tongue over it. He slipped down lower, stabbing his tongue into my vagina while his thumb rubbed my clit.

He was driving me insane. My legs trembled, and I could already feel that tension coiling tighter and tighter in my lower belly. His tongue returned to my clit, and he slipped a pair of fingers into me, thrusting them into me slow and shallow while he worked me over with his mouth. It felt so good. I didn’t want it to ever stop.

“Danny. Danny. Danny!” I came with a shout, my hips lifting up off the bed and my toes digging into the mattress. I cried out his name again and again while he gripped my ass and went wild between my legs, licking and sucking until I was a sobbing, soaking wet mess.

He dragged his mouth along my inner thigh and lower belly. He dotted playful kisses here and there before rising up on his knees. I pressed up on my palms, watching as he ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled the latex sheath over his big cock. Flushed and panting, I reached for his waist, digging my nails into him and pulling him closer.

“Let me know if I hurt you.” He kissed me, sharing my taste and leaving me woozy with lust. “I’ll be gentle.”

“I know you will.” I clutched his shoulders as he moved into place. I let him take control, certain he had much more experience with this than I did. He was careful, taking hold of his shaft and sliding the head of his cock between my slick labia. He probed my entrance, not too hard or too deep.

“Okay?”

I nodded eagerly. “Keep going.”

He did. It wasn’t what I had expected. There was a bit of a pinch and then I exhaled in shock as he penetrated me. It didn’t hurt. It felt different and strange. He moved experimentally, and I wasn’t sure it would feel good until he shifted his hips. Suddenly, it feltreallygood. “Do that again!”

He groaned and thrust into me with the same angle. I gasped again, this time from joy. I could feel his cock sliding in and out of me, rubbing against my sensitive inner walls. My clit pulsed, and I realized that the connection between our bodies was stimulating me in ways I never could have imagined.

“Touch yourself,” Danny urged. “Rub your pussy for me.”

“Oh my God.” My head spun as I did what he told me to do. I found my clit and used two fingers to circle the swollen bud. Danny’s measured thrusts felt so good. In and out. Deeper. Harder. Faster. I swirled my fingers and squeezed his waist with my thighs, desperate to trap him right there and use him for my pleasure.

He didn’t mind. He grasped my hip, his fingers digging into me as he fucked me with steady strokes. His other hand moved along my breasts and my neck, over my throat and up to my chin. He silently commanded I stare into his eyes, and I lost it. The depth of passion burning in his irises struck me like a fiery arrow straight to the heart. I was consumed by him.

“Danny!”

“That’s it,” he urged. “That’s it, Macy.” His voice grew raspy as he moved faster. “Come with me.”

“I—oh!” I exploded, head thrown back and mouth open. I cried out his name and clawed at his arms, holding onto him as he snapped his hips at a breakneck pace that sent me sliding along the comforter beneath him. He buried his face in my neck as he chased his orgasm, and at the last moment, he bit down gently, sending fresh waves of ecstasy rolling through my spent body.

A long time later, after we had caught our breath and had shared increasingly tender and sweet kisses, he disentangled our limbs and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he slipped right back into bed with me, gathering my naked body to his and kissing the spot he had marked on my neck.

“I can’t wait to do that again,” I admitted, my whole body thrumming happily.

He noisily kissed my shoulder. “I wish we had more time.”

I glanced back at him. “Today?”

He hesitated before confessing, “I’m leaving Houston, Macy.”

Chapter Fourteen

She rolled away from him and gave his chest a little shove. Her pained expression cut at him. “What do you mean you’re leaving?”

He winced at her accusatory tone. “The family needs me to handle things overseas and in other states for a while.”

“Handle things? What does that mean? Why you?”

“I was born here. I have a US passport. I’ve never been arrested. I’ve never been in trouble. I have a clean record and can travel without raising a lot of suspicion.”

“For now,” Macy said, voicing aloud the concern he had been harboring since leaving his meeting with Nikolai. “Traveling to hotspots of crime won’t go unnoticed very long, Danny. What happens when you end up on a watchlist? Or if you get picked up doing something illegal in a country that isn’t fond of Americans or gangsters?”

“I have to trust the family will take care of me.” Even as he said it, he could hear how hollow the words sounded.

Macy scoffed. “I know you aren’t that naïve. You’re going to end up in prison—or worse!”

He couldn’t lie and insist that wouldn’t happen. It was, unfortunately, a possibility. “I might.”

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
Articles you may like