by Kate Stewart
“That was delicious, thank you,” I murmured.
Daniello set down a large amount of cash on the table, stood, then held out his hand for me. I took it without hesitation as he led me through the front door and guided me into the waiting SUV. Once seated, he pulled me into his lap, and our lips crashed together, as if not a minute had passed since our kiss in the restaurant. Daniello pulled his mouth away and leaned over, removing my heels before smoothing his hand up my leg, and not stopping until his fingers lightly brushed my sex. I jumped in surprise as he pulled my chin with his other hand so I was staring right at him as his fingers pushed my panties to the side and invaded me hard and fast.
“Oh,” I said, trying to get my face out of his grasp as he plunged in and out of my center with his skilled digits. In an attempt to control my reaction, I closed my eyes. His fingers squeezed tightly around my jaw, and I opened them immediately, giving him what he wanted.
“Your pussy is so fucking wet, Taylor. You need me?”
Without hesitation, I moaned out a yes.
“Show me your desire for me. It pleases me,” he commanded. “I will be good to you, beautiful woman. I will covet you.”
“Please,” I pleaded, begging for relief. “Free me like you did her.”
“Were you jealous?” he asked as his finger flicked my clit with expert speed.
“I wanted to see her come,” I said truthfully. “But I wanted it to be me.”
“Ahhh, and I wanted your attention. That is passion, Taylor, no?” He still had me gripped in both of his hands as I braced for freedom. His hand stilled, and I damn near burst into tears. “I asked you a question, Taylor.”
“Yes, yes,” I said in agreement, pushing against his hand for more friction.
He lifted me from his lap, so I straddled him and pulled my skirt up so it sat at my sides. I moved to unzip his pants, but he stopped me by placing my hands on his shoulders. I leaned in for a kiss, which he granted with a greedy tongue. He pulled my legs further apart so my sex was hovering over the bulge in his pants and then snapped my underwear away at my hip so it lay on my opposite leg against my thigh. Pulling away from our kiss, I looked down at the exposed dripping mess between my legs.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Keep your hands on my shoulders,” he ordered roughly. I nodded as he slipped his middle and pointer finger in my shuddering mouth and I sucked quickly, wetting them. The wet digits moved between my thighs, and I damn near jumped at the spark that ignited with the regain of his touch. His fingers worked quickly as I studied the beautiful heat residing in his ever-changing brown eyes.
“Obedience pleases me, Taylor.”
I looked upward, briefly unable to hold our gaze, and felt the sharp slap of his hand on my thigh. It was painful, and I bucked into his teasing fingers as my angry eyes met his. His smirk told me he liked my reaction.
I felt the wave of pleasure begin to pulse and bloom as he plunged in and out and then covered my needy clit with my desire before diving back in. He repeated this until I began to come apart at the seams, my body begging for relief though I remained wordless.
“Patience,” he whispered as I played into his hands. The SUV slowed and stopped, and I moved to pull my skirt down.
Removing what was left of my panties, I tucked them into my purse as I questioned him. “I don’t play Russian roulette with my body. Are you covered?” He seemed surprised by my question. I had an implant in my arm that ensured no surprises but needed reassurance from him regardless.
“I do not, either. This is not an issue.” I nodded as the door opened. All members of The Rabbit Hole had to be tested monthly, so I didn’t bother arguing with him. When I recognized where we were, I looked up at him in question.
“Shouldn’t you be extended an invitation?”
“Your home is the only place we will have,” he said, taking my hand and leading me toward my condo.
“Do you know everything about me?” I asked, slightly irritated.
“Only the geographical, the rest I will learn from you,” he answered as I slid my key into the lock.
“I’m afraid there isn’t much to—” My breath was knocked out of me as he slammed my back against the door, knocking it closed. Before I had a chance to react, his mouth was on me, and his hands caressed every surface of my body.
“Enough talk,” he barked as he pulled away, ripping the bottom half of my blouse open. He pushed my skirt up again so it cradled my hips and lifted me off of my feet. Carrying me down the hall, he spotted my bedroom and sat me down gently on my king bed. We matched breath for breath as I explored him while he undressed. His shoes and jeans went first. His build was more than I could have hoped for. Thick bulging ridges covered his stomach and chest, leaving a wonderland of exploration just inches away from my fingertips. His legs were thick, muscular, and perfectly proportioned to his upper body. I stayed motionless as he revealed the rest of himself to me. My mouth watered as his boxers remained, the only thing between me and the view I’d been wanting for months. Daniello walked up to me near the bed, his ripped stomach in full view and a light dusting of hair leading down into his briefs.
“Take,” he bit out on edge. “Take what you want just this once,” he insisted.
I wasted no time freeing him from his shorts and attaching my lips to the sparse hair on his abdomen. Flattening my tongue, I explored every divot, every hard ridge, and down past his waiting cock to suck his large sack, and then descended even further to lick the sweet spot behind it. His moan was welcome as he ran his large hands up and down my back to encourage me. He was perfectly groomed, which I appreciated as I gripped him hard in my hand, looking up to his stone face. Teeth gritted, jaw firm, he was holding back, and I was further convinced as his length twitched in my hand when my mouth finally enveloped him.
“You like my taste,” he bit out as I sucked hard, leaving a trail of hot steel in my wake. I pulled and gripped my jaw around him as I got another groan out of him. Somehow, I knew it wasn’t an easy feat.
When I looked up at him, he broke the connection from my mouth. I reached for the buttons he hadn’t torn on my blouse, and he slapped my hands away, pulling at the shredded tails of my shirt and lifting them up so my arms were encased. He left me that way, arms trapped above my head as he laid me down, pushing up my bra over my peaking tits.
“Is there any part of you that is not perfect, Taylor?”
I was just thinking the same as he hovered over me, his strong cheekbones and sculpted lips capturing my attention as well as his dark lashes that fluttered as his mouth captured my waiting nipple.
It was then I knew that the minute his cock entered me I wouldn’t be able to handle our connection. It was too much. My alabaster skin looked beautiful in comparison to his dark tan. His silky black hair fell over his face as he drifted from one breast to the other. Then he sank his teeth in. I screamed out in an attempt to protest but was useless with my arms bound above me. My whole body bucked as he bit harder and I felt the skin break. Tears sprang to my eyes as he pulled away, soothing his bite with his tongue. He grinned, knowing if my hands were free, I would’ve slapped him. He lifted my leg and rammed into me without hesitation. The tears threatening broke free as I looked up at him in shock, my whole body tensed with the pain of being impaled. I choked on the breath I attempted to regain as he stared down at me.
“The answer is no. There is not a single part of you that is not perfect. Feel me, Taylor,” he gritted out as I tried to relax around him. His strokes were unforgiving, and he was hurting me as promised. I waited patiently for him to free my arms as his thrusts blinded me with pain and ecstasy in equal measure. Seeming to read my mind, he pulled my arms free from my blouse, and I immediately dug my nails into his flesh, drawing blood. His knowing grin told me I’d just rewarded him. He swiveled his hips and closed his eyes as he slowed to a stop.
The sheer size of him was intimidating as he looked down at me. I gripped his torso with my thighs, wrapping my
legs around him as he towered over me, motionless.
“Now that I know the feel of you, Taylor, I will want more.”
I didn’t have time to respond before he pulled out and slammed back into me. My body rose to meet his thrusts as he twisted his hips perfectly, and I felt my whole body tense in expectation. I opened my eyes as he crashed into me one more time and I detonated.
It was the first time I’d ever screamed a man’s name when I came.
Shockwave after shockwave ripped through me as I opened my eyes to see Daniello still thrusting but watching me intently. It lasted far longer than I was used to, and with another quick movement of his hips, I dissolved again.
Daniello rose to his knees, keeping us connected and me wrapped around him as he pounded into me without mercy. With one hand wrapped around me to keep me centered, he used his spare hand to clutch my throat. I lay limp in his arms, fighting the constriction of my airway as my spent body took every hard inch of him.
It was ecstasy.
With a grunt of exertion, I was released and fell back into the bed as Daniello threw his head back and let go. I watched his muscles tighten and his jaw clench as he thrust one last time and came.
It was the best fuck of my life.
I heard heavy breathing and froze. I couldn’t remember the last time I had allowed another man to sleep in my bed. I also couldn’t remember falling asleep for that matter. I moved to get up but was trapped by a captive arm and silky, dark skin. He curled his fingers around my hip and stroked lightly before he released me. I looked at him sleeping and inwardly groaned. His hair fell over his face, covering my appreciative view aside from the sheet that revealed a ripped muscled back and the top of his perfect, firm ass. He took immaculate care of his body, and it was evident as I stared at the side of his rippled torso that led down to his perfect, solid cock. His only imperfection was a large scar that wrapped around his trim waist. He was massive and completely capable.
One night, that’s what we both agreed to.
It was over. And the truth was, I didn’t want it to be. Sure he was arrogant to the point of infuriating, but in bed, he was an enigma. He could read my body and gave it exactly what it longed for. I was ravaged and sore from last night but felt the evidence of my lust renewed as my pulse thrummed between my legs.
We didn’t have to be best friends to have amazing sex. Hell, we didn’t even have to talk. But it was more than that. He intrigued me. Reaching over, I brushed his dark hair away from his face to reveal two golden eyes gazing up at me.
“You like me,” he whispered with amusement.
“I like the way you fuck,” I answered honestly.
“So am I to assume you want another night with me?”
“Nope,” I said with a small smile.
“That is the first time I have seen that,” he said, brushing my exposed nipple with his fingers as I sat before him, bare and uninhibited.
“Seen what?” I asked as he moved to stroke my naked thigh, his fingers leading sensation from the place he was coveting to the center of my soaked core.
“That is the first time you have smiled for me.” Seeming to read my needy body, he pushed me down beneath him. “I will maybe think about it.”
“Think about what?” I asked as he centered himself at my entrance and began to stroke my pulsing clit. I licked my lips as I looked up at him. He stared down at me, a solid wall of beautiful, raw man.
“Fuck,” he hissed as his pulsing, hard cock entered me slowly. He looked down at me with lust in his eyes but a smug grin. “Sharing more time with you.”
“Oh, go to—” And my words were sucked away with one hard, hungry thrust. Appraising him with lips parted, I saw raw and primal hunger. The man was surreal, and I decided then I did want more from him. I knew it last night. I also knew I didn’t have to think twice about getting my emotions involved. Our sexual connection was off the charts, but I was positive I could keep my emotions out of it. It wasn’t something I even had to worry about. And just as I thought that, his eyes softened slightly above me.
The truth was, I wanted him to think about it. I wanted him to think about me, crave me, and end my wait of finding the perfect sexual partner, no matter how temporary it may be.
Suddenly, he withdrew and slunk down between my thighs, lifting my lower half up with his palm and cupping my ass in front of him as if I weighed nothing.
Flattening his tongue, he devoured my pussy eagerly as I gripped his shoulders. It took no time for my orgasm to build. “You like being in the palm of my hand, Taylor?” The curl of his tongue around my name had my orgasm surfacing.
“Mmm,” I answered as he darted his tongue expertly on my clit. He stopped his torture and looked up at me just as I was about to breach.
“You are a good little mouse in bed, no?” I glared at him as his head descended, and just as I was about to feel his tongue again, I pushed him away.
“No,” I said as I positioned my fingers on my clit and he watched me rub out my orgasm. I could tell he delighted in my rebellion as he witnessed me come with an amused grin.
He flipped me suddenly, and his weight settled between my thighs as he curled his arms around my shins pulling them up with him as he impaled me. I screamed out in ecstasy, feeling his hot breath on my neck.
“Do you want a lover or do you want a master?” he gritted out as he pulled back and sharply thrust again.
“Oh fuck,” I cried as I reached out for anything to hold onto, finding leverage as I gripped the edge of the mattress.
“Answer me, Taylor.” He pushed in again and took all of my good sense as I gave him my one-word answer.
“Both,” I begged as he hit me again and again, fucking me hard, leaving my throat dry with wordless cries.
“You want to be dominated, that is why you go to a club and beg for it, no?” his question dripped with sarcasm as he swiveled his hips, making sure I felt every single movement. “You like to play with little boys who demand your obedience and tickle your little cunt with feathers. This is the kind of man you need?”
“Oh, God.” I braced myself against the sheer force of him as he drove in hard, deep, and punishing.
“Fucking amateurs,” he hissed as he gripped my hips and pulled me off the bed, holding all my weight as he jackhammered his hips until I screamed. “Do you not agree?”
“Daniello,” I pleaded as he stroked hard and I buckled and crashed under him. He didn’t let up as he continued his taunt. “Ah, are you begging, Taylor?”
More rough pounding with precision had my whole body wound tight, and I felt myself tremble as he hit me again where I needed him. I succumbed and felt my release coat him and wash my thighs. I’d never come so hard and chanted my praise.
“I feel that you agree with me,” he whispered as he slowed to a stop, setting my legs down and lifting my upper body so I was on all fours. Pushing his fingers into me, he captured my orgasm between them and rubbed it over me as he continued. “I need no feathers.”
“Daniello,” I whispered, exhausted but wanting more, needing more.
“I like the way my name falls from your lips.” I felt the heat of his hands as he massaged my back in slow circles. “A good lover does not need to ask permission.” Daniello’s touch ignited me further, and even after two powerful orgasms, I pushed my ass out, seeking more from him.
“We will do this my way, and my way only. Where I choose, when I say, understood?” I moaned as his fingers curled inside of me, drawing out more. I buckled slightly, and he slapped my pussy hard in warning.
“Understood, Taylor Ellison?”
“Yes,” I conceded, still on fire.
“You have pleased me this morning.” I felt his cock brush my thigh as he continued to rub the muscles of my back, leaving me sinking into him.
I didn’t need time to realize he was exactly right. A good lover didn’t need permission. At that moment, I was willing to do whatever the hell he wanted, and do it with enthusiasm.
Lover was suddenly a powerful word. And the clear definition was behind me now, making me feel even more powerful with each stroke of his hand.
He moved to lie down, and I instantly hovered, aligning my tingling center to his greedy stiff cock.
“Make me crave you, Taylor,” he whispered as our eyes locked.
I sunk slowly down, reveling in the feeling. The friction was unbelievable as I dug my nails into his chest. Daniello’s eyes closed briefly at our connection before opening. I basked in the intensity for only a moment before I began to move my hips.
This wasn’t just sex. It was an experience.
I rode him hard, showing my appreciation as he controlled me only slightly with his hands on my sides.
“Let go,” he ordered as he looked up at me and my controlled movements. I let my head fall back and did as I was told as our bodies crashed together.
“Taylor,” he hissed as his cock jerked inside of me with his release. His resignation pushed me over, and I braced myself as the wave hit me. Daniello sat up quickly as I began to come, taking my mouth and my moans. In his kiss, I felt something powerful: need, passion, and tenderness. My moaning continued as his kiss softened and his hands soothed me, covering me from my shaking shoulders to my quivering hips. Our tongues did our bidding in place of words as we took and took until both of us were forced to take a breath. I gasped as our lips parted, seeing recognition in his eyes as he pulled away.
Exhaustion quickly set in as I tried to gather my senses. I felt his breath on my shoulder before his lips came down and caressed it. He made his way slowly from one to the other in reverent kisses before he sank his teeth into my neck, covering it with his warm mouth. I was instantly renewed as he caressed my back with his hands and laved me with his tongue. His touch was gentle as I recovered and we both separated slightly away to study each other.
