Chapter 41 I just want you
Dante’s POV.
I watched her seat obediently on the table, like she understood how I felt.
The way our body collided like we had long wanted each other.
With the way her body responded to mine… the way she moaned earlier when I slid my hand down her thigh…
That soft moan, that triggered something dangerous in me…
Her lips… they held mine, so affectionately.
I growled under my breath… I didn’t want to stop, I just wanted to have her all to myself.
The way she looked at me, those innocent eyes and innocent look on her face… made my heart melt.
I leaned closer again, our eyes locked on each other, no. I wasn’t going to lose control.
I tried to hold back, my heart kept racing… I didn’t want to ruin what we shared for the past months.
But my body kept saying otherwise. Every time I tried to hold back, my body moved forward.
All I could see was just her, Isla, the woman that gives me sleepless night.
The way she spread her legs on that table… so tempting.
All my mind screamed was to bend her over on that table and fuck the hell out of her…
god! She didn’t know what she was doing to me.
I moved closer now, closing the space between us in two strides.
She tried to pull back, but I slid one of my hands at the small of her back, pulling her closer to my thighs.
“Mmm…” she let out a soft sob.
She tried to pull away, but her body betrayed her.
Her body jerked toward me. I liked the way she tried to resist… because the more she tried to push me away, the more I wanted to touch her.
“You don’t have to keep forcing it, little dove,” I said, my lips brushed hers, but not kissing, not yet.
“We shouldn't do this..” she tried to defend, but I cut her off with a kiss.
“Even if you deny me, your body won’t, baby girl..”
She grabbed my shirt, deepening the kiss.
“Yes… there,” I held her waist closer, one hand sliding over to her folds. “Never knew you’d be this hungry.”
My hands kept sliding deeper. She let out a moan she had been holding back.
“Mmm… right there,” she cries out.
Damn, I was losing control. I shouldn’t be doing this..
I just wanted to know how she felt about me… and here I was, grabbing her body and kissing her like it was our last.
“Do you… like it..” I asked, pressing my lips possessively on hers.
She tried to pull back, but I didn’t let her…
“You’re dripping wet, honey.”
She was still gasping for air, but didn't want to let go.
We held each other as our bodies embraced each other.
I rubbed my hand gently on her clit. It felt so good.
She held the edge of my pants, trying to pull off my belt.
“You’ve wanted this all along, don’t you?” I whispered.
“It’s a pity I didn’t know how to approach.” She shut back.
“I saw the way you looked at me, like you’ve been wanting this.”
She lets out a whimper as I slid two fingers into her folds.
She was so soaking wet… the way my fingers moved in and out, fuck.
“Tell me to stop,” I challenged, adding another finger to her folds.
She gasps, grabbing my shirt.
“Please don’t stop…” she cried out.
My other hand grabbed her waist as I stroked harder.
I watched her tremble under my touch.
She was so fragile, her moans made me want to stroke harder than I intended.
“Yess…” she screamed, “there… please… just fuck me…”
No, I won’t. I said to myself. I was still scared.
What if after all this, she starts hating me.
I didn’t want to give myself away, not like this.
She should give herself to me, willingly, I just wanted her to want me.
I wasn’t in a hurry either, I will make her mine, and I won’t force it either.
But my body couldn’t resist what she was doing to me.
I imagined spreading her legs wide on that table, looking into her eyes, and stroking my hands into her folds.
Imagined myself eating her clit and finger fucking her with four fingers.
My dick kept bouncing under my pants. I imagined her screaming my name while I stroked in and out of her.
Her legs shaking, but still wanting to have more.
Bending her over the couch, holding her hands behind her back, making sure she’s defenseless, while I go in roughly.
She knees down, sucking my cock and begging for more.
Damn! She kept sobbing, holding my hands, and spreading her legs for me to see how beautiful her pussy was.
I forcefully dragged her lace, and spreads her legs on the table, sliding the documents on them to the floor.
She gasped.
“You look so beautiful down there..” I whispered.
“I could try having a taste… you might crave for more..”
When I slid my fingers deeper, my heart stopped. This was her first time.
“You’re so tight, this must be your first time.”
She wasn’t tainted yet… mine, I growled, voice hoarse.
“Nobody ever touches you again,” I moaned. “Mine.”
“Please…” she kept pants. “Don’t stop.”
“Do you want more…?”
“Yes… please, don’t…”
“Beg for it, I want’ll finger fuck you, till you forget how to walk.”
“Spread those legs for me,” I commanded.
She obediently spread them, even when they were shaking.
“Good girl,” I said. “Tell daddy how you want it…”
“Please fuck me…” she whimpers. “I need you cock on my folds, daddy.”
“Not today, honey.” I pulled out my fingers and she spilled her squirt on my table.
She covered her face with her hands in shame… “please…”
“Not today, kitty..” I replied. “Look at the mess you made on my table.”
I didn’t want to have her, not yet. I just wanted her to remember today.
Let my touch and words linger. Let her cunt remember that it belonged to me.
I liked how she begged me, she wanted me more than I imagined.
I carried her down to the floor. Her legs still shook, her folds swelled from my touch.
I pulled her back and slowly brushed my face toward hers, whispering into her ear.
“Nobody touches you.”
She gasped, chest rising and falling so fast.
“Anybody that touches you, will be as good as dead.”
She turned to walk away, but then, my phone buzzed.
The same unknown number…
I see what you’re doing… guess what that slutty face of hers would look like when she finds out she’s being fingered by the Don himself.
I breathed, and then turned off my screen.
Whoever it was, didn’t know what he was playing with.
Hell fire.