by Jade James
He just wasn’t sure how long his cock could hold out without spilling his seed in his pants. Damn, I feel like a teenager. He broke the kiss, wanting to give her double reassurance and proof of the way he felt for her.
He kept one hand in her hair, loving the way the silky strands caressed his fingers, then placed her hand over his crotch. He let go when he felt her fingers half grip his cock through the denim.
“I’m going to set you straight on a few things. I want desperately to shove into your pussy. I want to feel your heat surrounding me. I find you extremely attractive, and I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I met you. Don’t doubt it, Lacy, we will be fucking.”
Chapter Six
Lacy heard the words, and her pussy melted even more. She couldn’t form any response. Her mind was one jumbled mass of pleasure at the feel of Dante caressing her nipple. Tiny electrical shocks flowed through her, filling her with desire. His thumb and forefinger touched the tip, twirling it back and forth.
She couldn’t remember ever being so turned on. The pressure he augmented with his fingers was mind-boggling, and Lacy did the only thing she could think of to repay him.
With a force of will, she pulled herself away from the mind numbing pleasure and rose. She looked deep into his eyes as she positioned herself between his legs and knelt. His gaze darkened as she reached for his jeans and unbuttoned them. This was truly her best sexual experience yet, and they’d barely gotten started.
Without breaking her gaze, she drew his cock out of his pants and stroked it from base to tip. The smoothness contrasted with the rigid vein that protruded slightly underneath. His eyelids drew low and his breathing grew rapid. Lacy bent and took the head into her mouth, drawing his scent and flavor in.
Delicious.
It was the best word she could use to describe his taste. He tasted musky with a hint of spice that turned her on even more. Her pussy was damp with arousal. She worked more of his penis into her mouth all the while staring into his beautiful blue eyes. He groaned and his hips rose off the couch, pushing his cock deeper.
Lacy kept one of her hands at the base, and slowly brought the other to his sac. She traced the hard, tight balls that pushed up, feeling the rigid lines beneath her fingers.
Dante moved his hand to her hair, and pushed her head even further down to his cock, feeding it to her. Relaxing her throat, she swallowed more, all the while stroking his balls. She sucked, licked and stroked, giving him her all.
Droplets of salty pre-cum landed on her tongue as his fingers gripped her hair even tighter. She tasted him, finding the flavor divine, and went in for the finale. She swallowed his dick until it bumped the back of her throat and then sucked hard.
Dante groaned, his dick growing rock hard inside her mouth, and then spilled his seed. Her throat and mouth worked at swallowing all of him.
She sucked and licked to clean him until his cock was free of his salty essence. Releasing his cock with a loud pop, she rose from her position.
* * * * *
Dante shed his jeans the rest of the way and stood. He grabbed her by the waist, lifted her, and threw her over his shoulder. She yelped but settled quickly when he stroked her heart shaped ass through her jeans. His body was set on one goal, and his mind kept repeating the mantra, Fuck her, fuck her.
He’d craved her from the first day he saw her walking down a street in New York.
He moved quickly up the stairs to his bedroom. Her hands were driving him insane, stroking and grabbing his bare ass. With a quick sigh of relief, he entered his room and placed her on her feet.
“Strip now,” he growled.
Her hands moved to cup her breasts through the shirt. Her fingers were circling her hard tips, drawing out her teasing. “Why should I?” she whispered.
He knew she was as aroused as he was, had been able to scent her arousal as he carried her up the stairs. Any other time he would have enjoyed her toying with him, but not when he was on the verge of being driven out of control.
“Strip now, or I rip your clothes off. Your choice.”
“Don’t you want to savor this, Dante?” she whispered, her hands moving slowly to her shirt, undoing the buttons at a snails pace. Dante’s eyes zeroed in at her nimble fingers, dragging out the sexual leisure in removing her clothes.
“What I want is to fuck until we satisfy the edge to our hunger,” he growled. “And then I’ll fuck you again slowly, savoring your taste, your smell, your every whimper.”
He stalked her, frustrated at the games she apparently liked to play. She stopped when the wall hit her back. He smirked as her eyes widened when she realized there was nowhere to go from there.
Grabbing the front of her shirt, he ripped it open. His brain only had one objective, and he mentally sighed his relief as her bare breasts burst into view. Her nipples were the color of pink grapefruits, and he couldn’t resist the lure any longer. He placed his hand on her palm-sized breasts and rubbed them. His cock throbbed at the feel of her luscious ripeness.
Her body arched against him as he leaned down to taste her temptation.
Taking her nipple between his teeth, he bit lightly, drawing a moan from her. Her hands went to his hair and her nails dug into his scalp, pushing her breast closer to his mouth. He obliged her silent demand by sucking hard. Her delicious taste flew to his head, and he growled around her breast, wanting more.
He switched to her other nipple, wanting to give it the same attention.
Without removing his mouth, he unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down along with her panties. She lifted her legs, eager to help him in the removal of her clothing.
“Dante, I want you.”
He released her breast and stared into her lust-filled eyes. “Easy, babe. Now it’s my turn to taste.”
Her eyes rounded at his words, and she let loose what sounded like a frustrated sigh. He knelt before her, his hands gripping her thighs, and gaped at the prettiest pussy he’d seen in a long time.
“Do you wax or shave?”
“Wax,” she whispered and attempted to thrust her pussy toward his face. He stilled her with his hands, not wanting to be rushed in embedding the sight to his memory.
“God, Lacy. Do you know how beautiful you are? Your pink pussy lips glistening with your juices, your smell intoxicating with a hint of floral and musk. I need a taste.”
He growled, her scent flaring his need to a higher level. He bent and French kissed her clit. Her musky flavor burst on his tongue, and he thought he’d died on gone to heaven. She was perfect in all ways.
He swirled his tongue around her clit. Her hips lifted away from the wall, and arched closer to his mouth.
Lacy’s cream was like a drug. She tasted divine, and all he could do was suck it in, drinking up all of her juices. He bit her clit lightly. She screamed out his name, coming long and hard on his tongue.
Even though it was only a couple of inches away, Dante knew he wasn’t going to make it to the bed.
Chapter Seven
Lacy struggled to breathe as her pussy spasmed, and she came in waves. Her body arched toward the ecstasy Dante’s mouth had created. She trembled, holding on to reality by a thin grasp.
Dante rose from his bent position and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her eyes were closed as she whimpered and rubbed her cunt on his cock, loving the slick, wet, heated friction it created.
“Lacy, look at me,” he growled, working the head of his cock into her. She opened her eyes just as he bent to nip her bottom lip. He laved the bite with his tongue, and Lacy opened her mouth to accept the onslaught he brought against her defenses. Sexual bliss vibrated through her as he fed her more of his dick, igniting an inferno deep within her. She bit her lip, trying to regain some semblance of control as he fucked her harder. It was a worthless attempt.
She screamed out his name as her pussy continued to cream and coat his cock with her juices. The ultimate joy at having him finally inside her brought her to near tears.
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sp; “Babe, your so fucking tight. Watch, Lacy love, watch me while I fuck you hard and deep.”
Oh God, he’s going to make me come from his words alone. He pounded into her, and she felt the stirrings of the impending orgasm deep in the pit of her stomach.
Her back thumped the wall, but she was too far gone to care about the hard discomfort behind her. Swirls of erotic rapture threatened to take her over too soon. Dante bent his knees, widening his stance further. His cock hit her G-spot on his next thrust, slamming her to a world of ecstasy.
She screamed as her pussy clamped down his cock, holding him inside. Her cunt squeezed him like a glove, draining him dry as he gave one final lunge and shot his seed deep inside. He’d just given her the best orgasm of her life. Perhaps the wait was better for it.
* * * * *
Dante groaned as her pussy milked his seed. The pulling contractions around his cock seemed endless as he savored each and every spill into her tight heat. In those perfect minutes of orgasm, Dante knew he was right in waiting for her.
Past the age of playing the playboy, Dante wanted a woman he could cherish and fall in love with. Call it intuition or instinct, but he knew Lacy was that woman. A woman that satisfied him intellectually, emotionally, and now sexually. A woman that completed him on all levels.
Without pulling his cock out, he carried her to the bed, then lay back with Lacy on top of him.
“Do you feel that, Lacy?” he growled. “Do you feel how your pussy clamps down on me?” He thrust his still-hard cock into her cunt. “It’s driving me insane, honey.”
Lacy whimpered. “Tell me why, again, we waited this long?”
“You are one special Lady. It’s time I settled down and savored what a unique woman could offer me. The best day of my life was when I stopped you in the street, baby. I wasn’t going to ruin that by rushing into sex and treating you like a sleaze.”
Dante pulled his thick penis from her tightness, and rolled her to the side, placing his palm flat on her stomach.
She ran her fingernails over the front of his chest, the slight friction causing his cock to stir. “You wouldn’t have ruined it. I’ve wanted you since the beginning. There’s a strong magnetic attraction between us that I wasn’t willing or able to deny.”
Dante moved his palm to her breast, plumping and squeezing the soft mound. Her tips hardened under his ministrations. He licked the aroused nipple, loving the taste of her skin, embedding it into his memory.
He blew on the tip, reveling her body’s immediate reaction to him as she arched into his hand, seeking the pleasure he could give her. An erotic vision entered his mind, and he pictured himself placing his cock between her perfect breasts. It was definitely something they would try later, along with every other sexual deed they could come up with.
“We’re just beginning, Lacy. There’s still so much to discover,” he said, raking his fingernail over her nipple. The hardened tip elongated further. “Too many fireworks we can set off together,” he whispered.
In a quick, smooth motion, she sat up and straddled him. He growled as he tightened his hands on her hips. His aching cock throbbed. He wasn’t even inside of her yet, and his dick threatened to spill its seed too soon. The sight of her adorable dazed and dreamy look nearly made him come. She would be the end of him, and he didn’t mind one bit with such pleasure surrounding him. Her finger dropped to the head of his dick as she sensuously rubbed the pre-cum around the tip. He shut his eyes, feeling the sensation vibrate through him.
“I need you again, Dante. And I intend on having you,” she whispered, and then lifted herself, taking his cock into her pussy. He arched his hips off of the bed, embedding himself to the hilt. Her body swayed back and forth, as if she were riding a stallion. Her hips danced to a familiar sexual rhythm, and he found himself fighting the need to spill his cum into her too soon.
His legendary control seemed to evaporate around her as all his senses concentrated on the vision of ecstasy before him.
Lacy moaned long and loud as her cunt muscles gripped his dick. The tight-fisted hold had Dante shouting and coming into her hot depths.
Her slick, sweat-sheened body fell forward, covering him like a blanket. “Now I think I’ll take a nap,” she whispered around a yawn.
He shut his eyes and, holding Lacy’s body close, caressed her naked skin against his. He fell asleep with the most perfect connection of his cock still embedded deeply within her.
Chapter Eight
Lacy awakened two hours later and crept silently out of the bed, not wanting to wake Dante.
The lovemaking between them had set a heated fire the likes of which she’d never before known. It shouldn’t have surprised her, but it did. She’d finally found a man who enticed her into thinking about forever. Her clit throbbed in remembered arousal. She was so tempted to return and give him the proper wakeup he deserved, but there were more urgent things that need to be done.
Lacy picked up her discarded clothes, and dressed quickly. She hoped she would have heard from Mac by now with the information she needed. She grabbed her bag and pulled out her cell phone. Three text messages blinked on the screen from Benjamin Raja. Lacy dialed his number.
“Hello.”
“Ben, it’s Lacy.”
“Lacy, where have you been? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you since yesterday.”
“Where are you now?”
“I’m headed to my office,” he said
“Can you meet me at my office? I can be there in twenty minutes.”
“I’ll see you there.”
Lacy disconnected with him and called a cab. She grabbed her jacket and closed the door, managing to do it without a sound. Leaving an hour earlier than her usual start to the workday, she hoped to beat the gridlock traffic that always plagued Manhattan. The taxi arrived quickly. She was at her office in fifteen minutes.
* * * * *
The black unmarked police car followed silently, keeping a respectable distance behind the yellow cab. Assuming she would be whoring at Dante’s home had been the easiest part. Working up a plan to ensure he wasn’t connected in her death had been the hardest.
Making it look like suicide would have been his first choice, but after the thorough research he’d done on Lacy and her family, no one would believe it. Apparently she was the embodiment of what a good girl should be.
A gas leak at her workplace would work. No one would suspect he was involved. Then it would be a simple matter of forcing Benjamin to release the funds.
He watched as the cab stopped and the lovely Lacy sashayed into the building. He glanced at his watch, wanting to ensure he would time this properly.
A black Cadillac Seville pulled up in front of the building and to his surprise, the sheik exited the car, entering the building that held Lacy’s office. He wasn’t going to sweat it. Part of his job was working well under pressure, and maybe killing two birds with one stone wasn’t such a bad thing. He exited the vehicle, his police issued Glock at the ready.
* * * * *
Lacy loaded the disk into her computer, intending to show Ben where the error had occurred. The new message icon blinked on her screen.
She logged on to her email account to read her message. It was her brother, Mac. His message flashed urgent. She clicked the mail envelope.
The owner of the account is Brian Edmonds. Underground operatives have informed me that he’s NYPD and involved with the Venice Family, one of the most powerful crime mafias in New York. He also moonlights as a security guard for a Gold Fuel & Oil. Whatever source that lead you to his name, Lacy, destroy immediately. If you need my help, call me on my cell. I can grab a plane and be at your place in an hour.
The name came to her in the second it took for her heart to beat. It was the same man Dante had introduced her to last night. She grabbed the phone and dialed Dante’s number.
“You better have a damn good reason why you left my bed this morning without saying goodbye.”
Sh
e flinched at the steel reprimand in his tone. “I’ll speak to you about that later. My brother, Mac, did some investigating for me. I know who’s been embezzling money from Gold Fuel.”
“Who?”
“Officer Brian Edmonds,” she whispered. The implications that went with that name were nerve wracking. The silence that followed her statement lengthened, making her pause in nervousness. It was urgent that Dante trust her implicitly in this.
“Are you sure about this?”
“I’m absolutely sure. Mac wouldn’t steer me wrong. He’s good at what he does. It gets worse, though.”
“What?” he growled.
Lacy heard the tension in his voice. She couldn’t blame him. Strange as it was, it all connected right. Brian Edmonds probably needed money. It was the only motive she could think of for embezzling millions of dollars into a dummy account. He must have broken into the finance department when he was supposed to have been protecting Gold Fuel & Oil.
It was the perfect cover up. A human resources background check would have listed his current position as a police officer, ensuring the security job to him.
“Mac mentioned Brian had ties with the Venice family, and that he moonlights as a security guard for Gold Fuel & Oil.”
By the curses that were flowing out of his mouth, Lacy knew he had come to the same conclusion.
Chapter Eight
Fuck! Curses erupted from Dante’s mouth as anger rushed through him at the thought of Edmonds taking shots at Lacy. Dread filled him as he raced out of his home with Lacy still on the cell phone.
“Lacy, listen to me very carefully. Where are you now?”
