Page 74 of Wicked Takeover
“Whatever you want, babe. Just make it fast.”
She giggled and cradled his cock.
…
Dante was ripe for this, not to mention needy. His boys plumped to near bursting. His rod was rigid enough to deliver some serious pleasure. “Hurry. Please. I’ll beg if that speeds things up.”
“You don’t have to do that.” Lauren stroked his length.
He shuddered.
She ran her fingers over his crown.
He held back a scream.
Her lips brushed his. “You all right?”
“Fuck no. Put the rubber on me, or I will.”
She shoved his hand aside and kissed his belly.
He spoke through his teeth, “Lauren.”
She explored the tiny fissure in his crown, the pre-cum seeping out.
In another second, he’d surely lose it. “I. Am. Going. To. Come.”
“Sorry.” She licked the moisture away, ignored his muttered oath, and eased the rubber down his length.
He hadn’t hoped to last this long without coming. In a flash, he had Lauren on her back, his hand trapping both her wrists. “You move, you say anything, and you don’t get this.” He ran his crown down her slick cleft.
She wrapped her legs around his hips.
“Didn’t I tell you to keep still?”
“Sí, por supuesto.”
“What?”
She repeated the phrase. Yessir, in Spanish.
Dante sat back on his heels, impressed with her knowledge and pronunciation. Almost perfect. “Since when do you know my language?”
“I looked it up on the internet.”
God love her. She hadn’t holed up in the office merely to look for jobs or to sell the place…to take herself away from him. The reminder that she’d leave someday, possibly soon, hit him like a punch to his gut. He couldn’t move or breathe.
Lauren loosened her hold with her thighs and calves. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He didn’t want to talk now or face the brutal truth about her eventual departure. He entered her in one thrust, needing to be as close as possible for as long as he could.
She lifted her hips, welcoming him into her sheath.
Dante accepted her invitation, as he always would, and pumped slowly, each thrust prolonged, her inner heat breathtaking.
They gazed at each other, smiled at times, and grew solemn again, the moment unbelievably sacred for him. He drowned in her softness and warmth, the woman she was, the person he needed.
He longed for these moments to last even as he feared they wouldn’t.
