Page 36 of Wicked Takeover
Chapter Five
For the first time in Lauren’s life, reality proved better than any fantasy she might have dreamed up. Dante filled her completely. His beefy cock invaded her depths, her strength no match for his. Despite how hard she squeezed her inner muscles around his shaft, he easily drove inside her. Their labored breaths thrilled and comforted.
God help her, she didn’t want to come. Not yet. Maybe not ever. That way they’d keep having fun. She’d belong to Dante and wouldn’t be alone any longer or scared. Bills wouldn’t exist. Rejection would be in the past. She could welcome the future rather than dreading it and be young as she hadn’t been since early childhood when everything had turned bad.
Those years seemed to belong to another life, a sad one gladly forgotten. Too much delight bombarded Lauren, her pleasure wanton and uncivilized.
Dante stroked her clit.
Anticipation coiled between her legs, somewhat like an itch she couldn’t scratch, and made her tension unbearable. She ached for relief, her climax coming, building.
Soaring.
Lights flashed behind her lids. Her blood sang. She shot to a different plane where everything swirled, dipped, and swayed. She pounded her fists into the convertible chair, not caring how loony she acted, relishing the freedom it gave her. To hell with being a good girl, the perfect employee, and an upright citizen.
She damn well deserved a reprieve from that crap.
Too quickly, the towering bliss passed. She floated down, yielding to sweet warmth and pleasant weariness. A pulse beat rhythmically inside. She locked her knees, but her legs shook. Her head and arms weighed a ton.
Dante breathed heavily and growled but kept thrusting and stroking her clit.
Talk about legendary. Still, she hadn’t signed up for this. Her poor little nub couldn’t stand the added stimulation. Lauren grabbed his wrist. Dante twisted free and pushed her hand away. She squirmed but couldn’t escape. His size and weight trapped her.
She beat the padded chair. “Stop rubbing my clit. I can’t take it.”
He blew out more air. “I want you to come again.”
“I can’t.”
“Bull.” He stroked, rubbed, and teased.
She dug her nails into the vinyl and gritted her teeth.
Dante pumped like a freaking machine, his cock thickening inside her channel.
It was nearly more than Lauren could take and yet everything she wanted.
Her next climax whispered close, floated away, then returned with such force, she could scarcely stand. Breathing was impossible.
Dante made a strangled sound, managed one final thrust, then howled. His deep baritone boomed through the workstation.
They panted like dogs, the noise nearly blocking the haunting music that played, the singer’s Spanish words mournful. Lauren had never felt as exhausted, happy, or deliciously sated. She quivered around Dante’s cock. The room smelled of their mingled fragrances and sex, the best scent on Planet Earth.
He bent down and cradled her breasts. “You okay?”
His breath skimmed her back, warming it further. She wiggled into him. “Oh yeah. You?”
“Hmm.” He suckled her shoulder. A yawn interrupted him. Finished, he rubbed his face against her back and sighed. “Let’s get comfortable.”
Lauren squeezed his hand. “I already am. Lean on me. Fall asleep.” He could do whatever he wanted as long as he didn’t pull out of her. She didn’t want to lose their closeness. “Go on. Take a load off.”
“Are you kidding? If I release my weight, I’ll crush you.”
“No way. I’m sturdy.”
“Sure.” On another yawn, he pulled out and stumbled backward.
“Careful.” She reached for him.
