Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
He pushes off the chair and backs away, returning to his perch up against his desk. My heart is racing. I reach to touch my scorched lips.
“Come here, baby,” he croons smoothly.
I stand awkwardly and turn to place my tablet on the chair. Dante groans behind me. I turn and stumble forward. He catches me before I fall, tugging me to his chest.
I feel like such a goof. That’s until he captures my lips in another kiss. He kisses me senseless. I cling to his suit jacket and open for him as he consumes my mouth. I love the way he kisses. Its promises of dirty, nasty things I’m so here for. All the shit I’d only do for my man, I want to do them with Dante.
“Lizzy, I don’t have room in my life for games. I want you. When I say that, it means you’re mine. I come with a daughter and a lot of other shit. If you can’t accept all of that, tell me now. I’ll back off.”
Oh my God. Am I dreaming? Is he serious? Hell yeah, I’ll take him and Bella and I damn sure will be his.
I grab him by the back of the neck and pull him to me. Not having to think twice, I plant a kiss on his lips, letting him know I’m all in. He grasps my face in one hand and takes over the kiss.
Our tongues dance together as he slides his other hand to my ass. He squeezes as he deepens the kiss. I allow my fingers to find purchase in the top of his hair.
“Fuck,” I breathe when he moves his lips to make open-mouthed kisses along my face and down my neck.
Maybe I’m not ready for this. I’m on fire and all he’s doing is kissing me.
Dante
I’m showing restraint I didn’t know I had. She smells so good, and images of those videos keep playing in my head. I spin to turn her toward the desk, pushing her against it. She shivers as I swirl my tongue against her neck.
I need her clothes off. She moans and pushes her breasts toward me when I reach for the buttons of her shirt and start to release them. When her bra begins to come into view, I groan. It looks like the black one from the video.
Wanting to know if she has on the garter as well, I abandon the last few buttons and reach to pull her black skirt up. My erection pounds against my zipper as the garter belt and sexy lacy panties come into view. I push so she props her ass on the desk and shove my hand into her panties.
Finding her nub, I rub it and return to kissing her sexy mouth. I can’t get enough of kissing her. Her moans are making me so hard I can’t see straight.
Repositioning my hand, I allow my fingers to rub her wet pussy as my palm massages her clit. The sound makes my mouth water. I get ready to lower to my knees for a taste, but she reaches to run her hand over my length and squeezes me over my pants.
I lose my train of thought and push two long, thick fingers into her core as she starts to suck on my tongue like it’s my cock in her mouth. She moans loudly around my tongue and tries to back away.
“Don’t run now, baby. Not if you’re really mine. Take all I give you.”
“Shit,” she whimpers.
Biting her lip, she looks me in the eyes. I love the look on her face. I suck my own lip between my teeth when she trails her hands over the seams of her bra cups before tugging them down to allow her gorgeous breasts to fall free.
Still working her pussy, I cup one breast and lean in to wrap my lips around her puckered chocolate-tipped nipple. Her head falls back and my name floats from her lips. I look up at her exposed throat and release her peak.
I lunge for her throat, kissing and biting at the flesh. Her legs begin to shake as her tight walls begin to squeeze my fingers. I milk her for another orgasm, knowing I can pull another before she comes down from the first. I place my knuckles against her mound and start to rub.
Her eyes grow wide and she starts to keen. I attack her mouth again. I’ll never get tired of kissing her. Her mouth is intoxicating.
Seeming to catch her second wind, she reaches for my belt and releases it. I pull back and shrug from my jacket, tossing it back over the chair she was seated in earlier. Lizzy tugs my belt free, then reaches to pull my shirt from my pants.
She lifts from the desk and shifts us, so my back is now to the desk as she lowers to her knees. I grin at her and start to unbutton my shirt.