AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Did she disrespect you in any way?”
“No.”
“Exactly. Stop acting like a child and accept the fact that I have fucked women before you.”
“Sadly, I guess that is something I can’t repay you.”
“No, and thank God for your innocent past because I am a jealous motherfucker and just the thought of someone else touching you makes me want to commit murder. Now drop the attitude and let’s enjoy the evening.”
The fight in me dissolves as he holds me in his arms and moves me around the floor. I glance over at the corner where the couple was, only to see they are gone.
“Did that turn you on?”
I stay quiet a moment, then truthfully admit, “I believe it did.”
“Are you wet, Haven?”
“I imagine if you put your hand between my thighs, you would get your answer.”
“Fuck me. I can’t wait until I can sink my cock into you.”
“Why haven’t you?”
“Timing is everything, Haven.” I feel his hand slide up my thigh, pulling my dress with it.
“If you are a jealous man, then why are you lifting my dress to the point others will see parts of me only you have seen?”
“Trust me, I will not let it go that far.” His hand comes around to the front of my dress. “Open your legs a bit. Put your head on my shoulder and keep quiet. No one hears you but me. Understood?” His fingers find my core through one of the strategically placed cutouts.
“Is this why you bought this dress?”
“I bought this dress because I knew it would look good on your body.”
“Sir?”
“Yes, Haven.”
“I’m not sure I will be able to continue standing if you keep doing t-that,” I stutter, panting my words as he plays with me.
“I won’t let you fall.”
Butterflies flutter in my stomach at his words. I bury my face in his neck and let myself feel what he is doing to me. I whimper and moan against his skin. When his finger slides inside me, I attach my mouth to his neck. It’s a raw moment between us and I can’t help but want him inside me.
“Come for me, Haven. Come on my hand, and later if you’re lucky, on my cock.”
His words bring an embarrassing heat to my torso but my groin clenches, seeking more of him.
“That’s it, Haven. Tighten that pussy as you think of my cock. Think you can handle the size of me? Will you scream my name when I slide inside you? Will I find the blood of your innocence pooling at the base of my cock?”
“Sir…” I clamp my teeth down on the base of his neck then quickly release, thinking Demetri will be angry if I mark him, but he already knows what I am thinking.
“Sink your teeth into my neck when you come. I give you permission to draw my blood. Your pleasure will be my pain, giovane cucciolo. Fuck my hand. Fuck it until your juices flow over my fingers and down to the lifeline on my palm.”
I explode. The jagged edges of my teeth tear into the tender skin of his neck. I moan his name and shake in his strong protectant arms. My eyes spring open, and I find myself watching a couple across the room in a heavy petting session. The man has the woman spread across a table. Her dress lifted to her waist. Her back arched at a disturbing degree. Demetri holds me to his body and talks me through the rush of my orgasm while I torture the skin of his neck to the point of bleeding. I feel weak and flush. My weight becomes a burden as I stress not wanting to rest it all on him.
“I have you,” he reassures me as he walks us back to the booth.
I feel like a child when they dance on their father’s feet, floating through the kitchen as music plays. Demetri has me. It’s a feeling I haven’t felt in a very long time. It’s safety. Security in a man’s arms. And I realize in my hazy moment that I trust him.
