Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
His hands moved up my back and gripped my hair then. He pulled hard and kissed me, tongue in my mouth, biting my lip with a growl. I fumbled at his belt, my heart racing, unable to help myself. I pulled it open as he kissed me, his right hand moving from my hand to tease my breasts over my dress. He reached around and undid the small clasp as I managed to get him unzipped. A moment later he had the back of my dress undone, and his fingernails moved gently down my skin before he pulled the dress forward.
I let it fall off, exposing my breasts. He kissed my neck, licked my nipples, bit them gently. I moaned and pushed him back, dropping to my knees in front of him, the dress hanging down around my waist. I tugged down his pants and his underwear, taking his thick cock into my hand and sliding it into my mouth.
He grabbed my hair and pushed me down his shaft. I moaned and sucked him faster, licking around his tip. “People were staring tonight because you look so fucking good,” he growled, pushing me down deep. I gagged and gasped but started sucking him again, my mouth sliding up and down his tip and shaft, bobbing forward, my breasts shaking as I took him hard in my mouth.
“They were staring because they’re jealous of me,” he growled. “Jealous of the girl on my arm. Men wanted to have you, women wanted to be you. Little Aida, you don’t know what you do to me. I wasn’t lying when I said I’d make you my bride.”
He pushed my mouth down deep along his shaft again. I gagged but held him there in my throat. He fucked my mouth, pumping my hips, before pulling me back and kissing me.
I stroked him fast with both my hands as he reached down to tease my breasts. My nipples were so stiff and it felt amazing as his fingers teased me. I started sucking him again, sucking and stroking his cock at the same time, working his shaft and rolling my tongue around his tip. I moaned as I did it, losing myself in the moment, taking his cock between my lips.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. “I want you to swallow me. Taste every fucking drop. Keep sucking my cock, little Aida. You’re all mine, you beautiful girl, you made every head in this fucking club turn tonight.”
I kept going faster, faster, moaning as I sucked him. He tensed and grabbed my hair, fucking my mouth, and I knew he was close. I kept going, not slowing, as his fist tightened in my hair.
I tasted him come in my mouth. He growled his pleasure and I sucked him tight, taking every drop of him on my tongue. I swallowed and kept going, sucking him until he was clean, then licked every inch of his thick cock before he pulled me to my feet and kissed me. He backed me up against the desk again and kissed me for a long moment, hands teasing my breasts.
He bit my lip. “Good girl,” he whispered.
I pulled my dress up as he got his pants back on. I slid my arms into the sleeves and held the chest over my breasts. “I’m not going to lie, this isn’t the night I expected,” I said, breathless and glowing with pleasure. I could still taste him on my lips.
He smirked and finished tucking in his shirt. “What did you expect?” he asked.
But I didn’t have a chance to answer.
Someone banged at the door hard. He turned with a frown before they banged again, the door flexing.
“Get back,” he growled at me, and the door flexed a third time. Wood splintered as I realized what was happening.
“Dante,” I said, fear spiking through me.
He grabbed me, pulled me around the desk, and threw me on the floor behind it as the door burst open.
17
Dante
I managed to get Aida down behind the desk just as the door split open and three guys spilled into the tiny office.
They must not have expected the cramped space. There was barely enough room for two of us, let alone three grown men. The first guy came in with a gun out, wearing jeans and a collared button-down shirt, looking like any random club asshole, his hair gelled up in little spikes, his pale skin and blue eyes looking sallow in the office light.
I dodged to the side as he shot wildly at me. He squeezed off two rounds, both whizzing past my face, as I grabbed his wrist, turned it, and twisted his arm up. He growled in pain and the gun clattered to the floor as I smashed my forehead into his nose with a satisfying crunch and a spray of blood.