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As I reach him, I do what I have wanted to do for the past few weeks each time he sits here. I climb onto his lap. I straddle him, fully naked, sitting up on him, and his head falls back. His hands grip onto the arms of the chair, but his eyes wander in appreciation, from my lips down my body and back up again.
“Good morning,” I say to him cheekily with a small smile as my hands run up his shoulders and rest around his neck. I lean closer, and he doesn’t hesitate to grip onto my neck and pull me toward him, our lips touching briefly before his tongue twirls with mine.
“Fucking great morning,” he says back to me, his hands leaving my face and running up and down my thighs before they rest on my naked ass. His fingers sink into my cheeks, pulling and grabbing, massaging my muscles. He runs them up my torso until they reach my breasts, where he again grabs them, molding them in his hands, feeling them fully before he runs his hands back down to my ass.
“Do you want to make it even better?” I ask him, not quite believing that I’m saying that to him, but at this moment, he makes me feel wanted and sexy and I want to please him more than anything. My hands move down his chest, and I feel his tight muscles flex under the material as my hands pass every ripple.
He moves one of his hands across my hips and slides it down to my entrance, where he starts to circle my clit, a move he did last night, and as he spreads my juices around, my heart rate increases.
“You’re so fucking wet already, Little Red,” he groans, looking at me as he continues moving his finger in circles, and my nipples peak. My breathing quickens, and I lean back a little, my hands behind me resting on his knees as his fingers push inside me. First one, then a second one.
“Dante…” I say as my head falls back, my naked body completely open to him, as he continues to push his fingers in and out while his other hand grips onto my ass, holding me close.
“What do you want, Annie?” he asks, teasing me, smiling against my skin.
“Everything,” I moan, as my hips begin to move against his fingers, needing more.
“You’re a greedy girl this morning. By the way you are fucking my fingers, I can tell that you are hungry,” he replies, his fingers thrusting in and out in a steady rhythm as his other hand moves, and I hear the clinking of his belt. I lift my head up from my sexual haze and watch him pull out his cock. It is rock hard, standing to full attention, and he pumps it, using the same rhythm as his fingers are.
“I’m starving,” I say, needing him to know how much I want him.
"Get on your knees, Bella. Show me how hungry you are.” I don’t hesitate, sliding from his lap and positioning myself on my knees in front of his chair. My hands slide up his legs before I reach for his cock, which is throbbing in desire. I look up at him, as he leans back in his chair, openly admiring me.
Watching him, I lean down, taking the tip of him in my mouth, before circling it with my tongue, and I hear him hiss a little. I take him in a little farther, taking my time, enjoying the feel of him in my mouth, as his hand comes and rests on the back of my head, his fingers weaving into my hair.
“Fuck, Bella, you are perfect. Such a good girl…” he groans, clearly enjoying what I am doing.
I take him fully into my mouth then, swirling my tongue and sucking him as I find a rhythm, and I feel his hand on my head clench. I moan around him, feeling myself get wetter by the second.
“Fuck, Bella. Fuck, you look so beautiful with my cock down your throat.” My eyes flick back to his, and I smile around his length.
“Come up here and sit on my cock, Bella. I want you to ride me,” he demands, and I stand up and straddle him on the chair again and let him take control. He pulls me closer, until we both watch as he slides me onto him, his hands now firmly back on my ass as he fills me, the pleasurable pain making me instinctively move.
His hands guide me as I move, a little unsure at first, because having never done this before, I have no idea what I am doing. But he makes me feel so sexy that I begin to rock like I have done this for years, and by the look on his face, I am doing it right.
“Fuck, Bella, you look perfect bouncing on my cock,” he grits out, his eyes hooded as he looks at me, before he leans forward, taking a nipple into his mouth. The move puts more pressure on my clit. I can feel my temperature rising, and my hips move faster.
“Dante, this feels soooo good,” I say to him, my hands now gripping into his hair as I continue to bounce, and my hips move faster and harder. My hair is out and falls all around me and one of his hands reaches up, grabbing it, pulling it behind me, my head naturally following.
His mouth explores my neck, licking and sucking my skin, as his other hand grips onto my ass, pulling me to meet him in our fast-paced rhythm.
“Fuck, Bella, I need you to come.” He leans back in his chair, his jaw clenched as he watches me. Both of his hands are now firmly on my hips, gripping onto my skin, moving me back and forth, and whether it is the new move, the way he watches me, or this innate feeling I have inside of me to do everything he asks of me, I feel myself beginning to lose control.
My hands grab onto his shoulders for support as I rock faster and faster until I can’t take it anymore, and I let go. His grip on my hips tightens, and he slams me down onto top of him, harder and harder, until he too lets go. His growl mixes with my scream, the two of us grabbing and pulling at the other, the raw need and want for each other growing animalistic before our movements slow and I fall onto his chest, breathless and totally sated.
His hands run up and down my bare back, his lips peppering kisses to the top of my head, and my hair falls all around me and over his hands.
“Are you feeling alright, Little Red?” he asks me, holding me close.
“Never better,” I reply, a little lightheaded. It must be all the activity from the past 24 hours, because I start to feel a little dizzy.
He pulls away from me slightly and zips up his trousers before standing up, taking me with him. My arms and legs wrap around him on instinct.
“You like to carry me around, don’t you?” I think he likes that he can just pick me up and take me anywhere.
“I look after what’s mine, Little Red.” I bury my head into him farther, thinking about his words, never having felt safer before in my life. Walking us slowly back over to the bed, he leans over and places me into the sheets. He kisses my breast, and up my chest to my neck, before pulling back and bringing the blankets over my naked body.
“Sleep a little longer, Little Red. It is still early,” he says as he looks into my eyes. “Are you sure you are feeling okay? You look a little pale?” His concern for me is new and welcome, but I begin to worry.
