Page 34 of Wicked Takeover
A new flush crept up her throat and touched her already rosy cheeks. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
He dropped the condoms on the convertible chair and toed off his sandals.
Lauren’s attention was riveted on his groin.
She’d have that in time and for as long as she wanted.
He pulled off his tee and tossed it on hers.
She drank in his dark brown nipples and pecs, the tats on his biceps and the one on his side. It depicted a stylized falcon in flight that reached from his armpit to his waist. The hidden design he’d alluded to the first day when she’d shown up dressed like a nun, ready to take charge.
Because she owned everything in this place, including him.
He pushed his jeans and stretchy boxers down. His cock sprang out, ready for action.
Lauren gawked at his hairy groin, rigid rod, and plump balls as if she’d never seen a man before.
She let out a low, longing sigh.
He got harder. Plowing into her and fucking her senseless didn’t seem like enough suddenly. He warned himself to take it easy and make her crave this even more, as he did. His pulse galloped.
He opened a foil packet.
“Move closer, please.” Her voice couldn’t have been softer.
The hunger behind her words did wicked things to him, making him feel a hundred feet tall yet weaker than a baby. Dante stepped out of his clothes and obliged.
Lauren leaned over and buried her face in his dark curls.
His lust kicked into overdrive, and his muscles tensed. Heat raced across his skin.
She licked his shaft.
Brutal need shot through him. He choked on his saliva and coughed. “Hell no.” He stumbled away.
“Come back here.” She waved him closer. “Let me take you inside my mouth. I promise it won’t hurt.”
If she kept tonguing his cock, she’d kill him. Dante was so fucking primed, one more stroke and he’d lose it, embarrassing himself and disappointing her. “Later.”
“Promise?”
He stopped rolling the silky latex down his rod, uncertain whether she was playing with him or not. “Sure. After I do you in ways you can’t imagine.”
She beamed. “Show me.”
What he had in mind for her would take far more than just tonight. Hell, there was no end to what he had to have. “This first.” He finished with the rubber and settled between her legs.
She craned her neck and watched him in the mirror.
He ran his crown over her slick folds. There wasn’t a thing on God’s good earth that was more inviting. His breath rushed out.
Lauren’s eyes grew glassy, her desire clear and enticing.
He gave her one last warning. “Get ready, baby.”
“Go for it.”
He entered her in one solid thrust, burying his shaft to the hilt in her tight, heated sheath. For a second, his heart stopped.
