Page 35 of Wicked Takeover
She purred.
He liked the sound and everything else about her. To say she was deliciously snug and fucking hot didn’t come close to reality. She hugged his rod, giving it shelter, a safe harbor. Longing, bliss, and coarse need mingled with such intensity that he feared he’d explode.
She’d conquered him too easily when he shouldn’t have allowed it. She had a life she wanted back, working in the corporate world he loathed and couldn’t abide. He’d turned his back on the past, comfortable with what he’d chosen here. It was his future.
For her, this was no more than a temporary layover.
That truth didn’t stop him. He held her hips and pumped slowly. His thick rod slid in and out of her sheath, the hard column slippery from her arousal. It was such an awesome spectacle he slowed, wanting Lauren to experience his cock’s lazy slide, its rigidity and heat, his undeniable passion.
She whispered something he didn’t catch. The faraway look on her face reminded him of how he must have appeared when he lost his virginity as a kid. Tonight was going to be light years better. Now he knew how to rock and roll. He picked up his pace.
Air hissed through Lauren’s teeth.
Not good enough. Dante wanted everything from her. He rubbed her clit.
She babbled something and tightened around his shaft.
The room spun. Dante fought his pressing need, determined to see to hers first. He tensed his muscles until they burned. Sweat ran down his torso and back. He did math equations in his head to keep her satiny warmth from overwhelming him.
Lauren fisted her fingers. She tightened around his cock and squeezed him in rhythm to his thrusts.
On a strangled gasp, Dante pounded into her as fast as he could and rubbed her clit as quickly, driven to give her a ride she’d never get from another man.
