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His tongue slides down to my entrance, pushing inside of me, as if he wants to have penetrated me with every part of his body before the night is over. I know what comes after this, and a shudder of anticipation wracks me at the thought of his cock, a shudder that’s almost fearful. If his fingers felt so good, and his tongue is better, I think I might actually die if he fucks me.
He thrusts his tongue into me, stiffening it like a smaller version of his cock, curling it so that he licks places inside of me that no one has before. I’ve never felt anything like it. I almost wish we were in a bed, so I could spread myself wider for him, let him go deeper, but there’s something intensely erotic about the sight in front of me. A mafia boss, on his knees for me, groaning in pleasure as he licks me to another orgasm.
And it won’t take long.
He slides his tongue out after a few thrusts, and I feel him lightly suck at my folds, the tiniest graze of teeth that adds a small bit of sharpness to the sweet flood of pleasure. “Dante—” I gasp aloud, writhing against his mouth. “Please—”
I need his tongue on my clit again. I just had the best orgasm of my life, and he’s already made me desperate to come again.
“Don’t worry, little bird.” One of his hands slides upwards, pushing my tank top out of the way, his hand pressed against my taut stomach as he holds me effortlessly against the wall.
As if I’d be going anywhere.
“I’m going to make you come again.” His breath is warm against my sensitive skin as he murmurs it, his lips grazing against my pussy in a torturous brush of flesh, and his voice is almost arrogant. It would piss me off if it weren’t so well-earned.
But god, if anyone deserves to be arrogant about his skills in bed, it’s this man.
When his tongue slides over my clit again, I cry out. When his lips fasten around it, sucking it into his mouth as his tongue flutters in a way that I can’t begin to describe, I go hurtling over the edge.
The orgasm crashes into me like a freight train, buckling my knees and making me dig my hand into his hair in a way that must hurt. But if it does, Dante doesn’t seem to care. He groans as he sucks and licks me through the climax, the sound vibrating over my skin, making me moan as I come hard on his tongue. I can feel my arousal gush over his lips and chin, probably soaking his face, but if anything, that seems to turn him on more. He seems to be driven wild by how wet I am.
“God,god, I have to fuck you—” His words are a muttered groan as he licks me once more, his nose grazing against my clit as his tongue dips inside of me, my pussy clenching at the slight hint of something filling me. I’ve come twice now, but I’m aching to be fucked, to have him inside of me.
He stands up, grabbing me by the hips and lifting me effortlessly, my legs going around his waist. Dante turns, taking two quick steps to the couch before spilling us both onto it, his hands hurriedly yanking up my tank top.
“I need you naked,” he breathes. “Fuck—”
I’ve never heard a man sound so desperate to see me, to touch me, to be inside of me. It’s intoxicating. He nearly rips my top in his hurry to drag it over my head, his fingers somehow deftly undoing my bra despite his hurry. I’m bare beneath him in a matter of seconds on the smooth leather of the couch, and all thoughts of how ill-advised this is have fled.
Everyrational thought is gone. I’m far past that now.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I whisper, reaching up to undo the first button of his shirt. “Also, who wears a button-down around the house?”
Dante chuckles, a low, silky sound that sends another shiver rippling over my skin. “A man who lives in a house like this,” he murmurs, his lips finding my throat. His mouth presses against the edge of my jaw, drawing downwards, making my fingers tremble as I try to unbutton his shirt. It’s going so much more slowly than I want it to, excruciatingly so, and I let out a whimper of frustration as I yank them free.
The moment his shirt falls open, I slide my hands over his skin, letting out a sigh of pleasure as I finally feelhim. He’s hard and muscular, his skin smooth and taut, and he groans as I smooth my hands over the broad planes of his chest and then lower, letting my fingertips catch on the ridges of his abs. There’s a soft line of hair at his navel, dipping below his belt, and Dante’s hips buck against me when I trace my fingers over it.
He’s so hard. I don’t know how he’s held out this long. He presses against me, the fabric of his pants rubbing against my swollen, sensitive clit, and I realize dimly that he doesn’t care what a mess he’s making of his clothes. I feel a fresh wave of arousal at that, my legs tangling with his as I arch and grind against him, moaning at the sensation.
“I could make you come just like this,” Dante whispers, his voice hoarse with lust. “Butgod, Emma, I need—”
“Me too.” The words come out like a breath, soft and so full of need. I’ve never heard myself sound like this before. But I don’t care.
I reach down, yanking his belt open. I’m an artist—I’ve never been clumsy with my hands, but right now, I feel like I’m all thumbs, trying to undo his fly so fast that I can’t seem to get it open. Dante chuckles again, that low, rasping sound, his hand pushing mine away as he leans forward to suck at the base of my throat.
I let out a breathless gasp at the same moment that he undoes his fly, and his cock slips free.
God, he’s huge. I don’t even have to see it to know that, I canfeelit, rubbing first against my thigh and then higher. He nudges his cockhead between my folds, against my clit, a rough moan slipping from his lips as he shrugs off his clothes. All the while, his hips lean into me, rubbing the tip of his cock against my clit, sending hot waves of pleasure through me. He’s dripping pre-cum; I can feel it—warm and slick against my clit, making everything wetter than it already is. He’s hard as steel, and I arch into him, moaning as I tangle my hands in his hair and kiss him again.
His skin, bare against mine, feels like heaven. His muscles are rigid, straining as he grinds his hips against me one final time, the tip of his cock nudging againstjustthe right spot that makes my back arch suddenly, another climax gripping me as he suddenly reaches between us and angles his cock downwards, sliding into me just as I start to orgasm.
“Dante!”I nearly shriek his name. The pleasure is indescribable, the feeling of his thick, almost too-big cock thrusting inside of me as I come, heightening every sensation. His hand slips between us, stroking my clit as he sinks into me to the hilt, a sound that’s almost pained tearing through him. His other hand is on my cheek, turning my mouth to his as he crushes his lips to mine, and I’m utterly lost.
Nothing has ever felt this good. Nothing ever will again. I’m dimly aware that he’s ruining me for any other man, that I’ll think about this for the rest of my life, and I don’t care. The way he fills me is exquisite.
“Fuck, you feel so good, little bird—” Dante is breathing hard, his lips hovering over mine, our bodies pressed tightly together. He hasn’t moved since he sank into me, and I can feel him throbbing. “God—”
I can feel him fighting for self-control, as if he’s on the verge of coming too soon. I never thought that could besexy, but the idea that I’ve so thoroughly undone this powerful man, reduced him to fighting not to come the moment he’s inside me, sends a hot jolt of lust through my entire body. He’s trembling, rigid with the effort, and then he presses his mouth to my throat and starts to move.
