Chapter 127 Lunch Date
Dante POV
Finally, she came screaming toward the ceiling and bucking her hips wildly, she had a climax all woman would envy and she clawed at the sheets and thrust her body back toward me so she could get all of my dick over and over.
“Cassian…”
Hearing my name from her lips spurred me on, and I pounded into her harder, my cock piercing her relentlessly.
It made her climax last a little longer, made it a little better and when she finished, she slowed down and caught her breath, the satisfaction deepening in her veins.
Now it was my turn, I released her hair and gripped the back of her neck then I forced her cheek to the mattress, pinning her down so her ass was higher in the air. I shifted myself closer to her, getting my cock deep inside her, and then I fucked her pussy mercilessly. “Hands behind your back.”
She locked her hands together and rested them against her back, her thighs spread wide for me.
I squeezed her throat as I kept her pinned down. I took her pussy without protest, dominating her completely because she was mine to do with whatever I pleased, sometimes I just wanted to make love to her but sometimes, I wanted to fuck her like this and fuck her so hard that she would see stars.
I came inside her with a deep moan, dumping all of my come inside that perfect little slit. I gave her everything I had, the white come building up along the outside of her cunt and I loved looking at it, loved seeing the white color contrast against her dark skin.
I slowly pulled out and wiped the head of my dick on her asshole, getting some more of my come there.
Isabella lowered herself to the bed, staying on her stomach as my come leaked out of her. She closed her eyes and caught her breath, her fingers resting on the sheets and I got off her then pulled my bottoms back on. “I’ll make breakfast.”
“Save me some.”
“You aren’t going to eat with me?”
She kept her eyes closed. “I’m going back to bed…”
Immediately we were done with breakfast I decided to take her out later in the day for lunch.
I stared at her as she looked at herself in the mirror and she fixed her hair. she wore a short blue dress with black heels and her black hair was pulled back in an elegant style.
She put gold earrings in her ear then placed a white gold bracelet on her wrist and the eye shadow came next, a blue color, accented by thick black lashes and eyeliner.
I watched her in the reflection of the mirror, enjoying these rare moments where I could study her without her noticing. I saw her candid expressions and the way she examined herself objectively without even understanding just how perfectly beautiful she was.
From her bright green eyes to her dark skin, she was so perfect she didn’t seem real. She didn’t need makeup in the first place, but when she put it on, she looked absolutely stunning.
I stood with my hands in the pockets of my blue jeans. I wore a white tshirt with my thick leather jacket on top, choosing to wear black because it was the predominant color in my wardrobe. The cold didn’t bother me, so I
probably didn’t need a jacket at all so it was for her.
She always got cold but never bothered to bring a jacket, assuming my body was enough to keep her warm and when she finished, she finally spotted my stare in the mirror. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Not long enough.”
She put her makeup away in the drawer, making herself at home at my place and now she wasn’t just stuck there to keep her family safe. She shared my life with me, so she inhabited my place like it was her own and I liked it.
I liked seeing her blow-dryer on my counter and her favorite cereal in my cabinet. I liked seeing her shoes by the front door. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah.” She walked up to me, her heels tapping against the tile floor. “You look handsome.” Her hand ran up my chest in the opening of my jacket, and she rose slightly on her tiptoes to kiss me on the mouth.
“And you look so sexy I’m thinking about making you change.”
She smiled playfully. “Never gonna happen.”
“Then I’ll just have to break a bunch of necks tonight.”
“Nothing you can’t handle, right?” She walked back into the bedroom and grabbed her clutch that was sitting on the bed. I came up behind her, still a foot taller than her even when she wore heels. I knew one of the reasons she was attracted to me was because of my strength.
When she was with me, she felt untouchable. She’d grown up in the presence of strong and fearless men, so naturally, that was the kind of
man she wanted.
Since I was the most powerful man in the world, it wasn’t surprising that I was the man she loved.
The only man she’d ever loved.
Soon my hands moved to her hips, and I pressed my lips to her ear. “I can’t wait to take this dress off…”
I kissed the shell of her ear and pressed the outline of my dick against her back. “And this thong.” My fingers moved over her bare ass underneath the dress and felt the lace of her thong. “You’re gonna sit on my lap and take my fat dick nice and slow. You’re going to look me in the eye and please me until I give you permission to come and you’ll only come when I say so.”
I pulled my fingers away from her panties then
pulled her dress back down over her ass. I listened to her breathing quicken as my words made their way right between her legs. “You understand me?”
I spoke directly against her ear, my cock hard against my fly. She swallowed, her throat shifting with the moment. “Yeah…”
“Yes.”
“Yes,” she whispered so I arched my neck down and kissed her on the mouth. “Good.”