Chapter 59 Risking it all
Dante POV
Her legs straddlen my hips, and she rocked her body back onto my length, taking my long cock as far as she could go before she moved up again. Her hands gripped my biceps for balance, and her tits shook with the thrusts. I stared up at her, my hands on her hips as I guided her up and down. I watched her breathe through her exertion, drops of sweat collecting on her chest and the back of her neck. There was nothing sexier than watching a woman like her fuck me. I knew she was trying to make up for what she’d said to me, and fucking my cock was the best way to do that.
I had no complaints. I felt her cream coat my length, pressing all the way down my shaft and to the base of my dick. She was always so wet for me, and tonight, she seemed even wetter than usual. I didn’t press my feet against the mattress and thrust up with her.
I wanted her to do all the work herself. She angled her face close to mine and kissed me, arching her back deeper so she could keep taking my length all the way to the hilt. Fuck, I loved her kisses. I loved her pussy. I loved everything about her. I could do this forever…come inside this pussy over and over. Her lips trembled against mine, and her breathing began to change. Her nipples got hard, and her pussy started to squeeze me. I’d made her come enough times to know when she was about to explode. “Come for me, baby.” I gripped her harder and pulled her onto my length at a quicker pace. “Come all over my dick.”
Those words pushed her over the edge, and she came all around me, squeezing me like an iron fist. She moaned against my mouth, her back arching and her hips working harder to take my length. She screamed in my face, panting until she finished. I propped myself up on one arm and fisted my hands into her hair. I knew I was about to fill that pussy with all my seed, stuff it with my arousal. Coming was the best part of sex, but the entire act, from beginning to end, was my favorite when it came to her. Sex had never been this good, this passionate.
“Give it to me,” she said against my mouth. “I want it.”
“You want my come, baby?”
“Please.”
Jesus, I gripped the back of her neck and came, pumping mounds of come inside that wet slit where it belonged. I already felt like a man with my above average height and six percent body fat, but coming inside this woman made me feel like a king. She moaned when she felt me throb inside her, taking all the come she’d just asked for. She took it deep, doing her best to accommodate my entire sizen so she wouldn’t spill a drop of my precious come. My hand dug into her hair and I kissed her hard, devouring her lips with mine. My fingers felt her sweat, and I loved knowing she gave herself a workout just to please me.
She spoke against my lips. “Thank you…”
“That was all you.” I just lay there and enjoyed it, enjoyed this beautiful woman riding my dick.
“No…thank you for saving me.” She rested her forehead against mine, her.eyes on my lips. “All you did was stand there and scare them away. I don’t think I could have fought them off…not when I was that drunk. So if you
weren’t there”
“Shut up.” I didn’t want to hear her talk about that night and what could have happened. If someone took her and forced themselves inside her, I would have lost my mind. I would have tortured every guy before I killed them and then killed their entire families for further punishment. This was my woman, no one touched my woman unless she wanted to be
touched. She pulled back and looked at me, her eyes narrowed in annoyance at my cold words. “I don’t want to talk about that night ever again. I will always be there to protect you, but do me a favor and don’t give me a reason to save you. Be smart, be safe.”
Her eyes dropped their hostility, and she rubbed her nose against mine. “I will.”
Later in the day, I sat in my office while Isabella worked down the hall in her studio. She’d been there since we’d gotten back from her place about an hour ago. The elevator beeped when someone tried to rise to the floor. Only a few people had the code to get into the lot. One of them was Max but no one had the new code to the elevator except me. I walked into the living room and hit the button to see the person through the camera. It was Max, standing there in a black leather jacket with a full beard and a bag hanging on his shoulder. “What?”
He glared into the camera. “Fuck you, Dante.
Let me in.”
“Let’s meet somewhere, then.”
“Why?” he countered. “I’m here and what we’re gonna talk about can’t be discussed in public.”
Which meant we were talking about that fucker. I hit the button and allowed him inside the elevator. “Asshole…” He stepped inside and disappeared from the camera.
The elevator rose, and he walked into my living room less than two minutes later. He greeted me with a nod then stepped farther into the room. “Thanks for the warm welcome.”
“A heads-up would have been nice.”
“You got three whores up here again like last time?” He grinned, loving the angry look on my face. I hoped Isabella didn’t hear that, not that I should care how she would feel about it. “No.”
“So your off-limits woman is here.” He sat on the couch, his satchel still hanging over his shoulder. I didn’t answer him, not wanting to confirm or deny it. I grabbed a bottle of scotch from the cabinet along with two glasses. I sat on the other couch and filled the glasses before I slid one toward him. “What’s up?”
Now that the liquor was poured and we were seated, Rex turned serious. “Still going after him?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Have you really thought about it? I’m telling you, it’s not a good idea.”
“Even if I die in the attempt, I’m still doing it.” My mother risked her life to take care of me, and I wouldn’t be a man if I didn’t honor that. She’d spread her legs and let men assault her so I had a place to live and food in my stomach. Rex shook his head slightly. “I still think it’s stupid. I’m telling you this as a friend, not a business partner. You’re risking everything you’ve attained. She’s gone, man. You can’t bring her back.”