The Mr. Wrong Series

by Madden, A. M.

  Then she moaned and tugged my hair… and I was ruined.

  On instinct, my hands gripped her ass, pulling her onto my lap. With her straddling me, and my back pressed against the supple fabric of my sofa, our bodies lined up perfectly. The position gave her the control to lead this dance between us.

  The brazen woman I knew was inside of her broke our connection to say, “I want you, Dante.”

  “Want me to do what?” I knew what I needed her answer to be, but I wasn’t going to assume when it came to her.

  “Take me to your bedroom.”

  After a breath, I stood, lifting her with me, her denim-clad legs wrapped around my waist. Once again, I fused our mouths together and stepped toward my room. At the threshold, her wide-eyed innocence made me feel as though I was about to trespass. Needing reassurance, I asked, “Are you sure?”

  Her hesitancy instantly changed to determination. “Yes, I’m sure.”

  Cassie

  His mouth twisted wryly before he trekked straight toward the bed and lowered us on the center of the mattress. Something intense flared through his smoldering expression.

  Damn, I was a good liar. Was I sure? Hell, no, but I couldn’t dwell on the way his confidence intimidated me while making me forget all logic. Because if I spent one moment analyzing what was about to happen between us, I’d be halfway to the door by now. Deep down, the desire Dante stoked within me took over every rational thought in my mind. Bottom line, I wanted him… now. I needed him to fill that void I hadn’t realized was there.

  I tried to control the dizzying surge racing through me. Despite my confident reply a few moments ago, he hesitated to measure my expression. Feeling that another vocal assurance wouldn’t prod him to continue, I tucked my fingers into the silky, thick strands of his hair and pulled his face closer. I may have initiated the next play, but he finished it by crushing his lips against mine.

  Never breaking our connection, his hand snaked under the formfitting fabric of my top and rested on the bare skin of my waist. Somewhere along the way, I lost all control of motor skills. He controlled my breathing with each passionate kiss, my body with the firm hold he kept on my flesh, and my mind with every subtle shift his body made against mine. I was lost in every sensation he forced on me. With each move, a new wave of desire rushed through me. I felt cool air replace his warm lips as he pulled away, and my lips tingled from the memory of his touch.

  “Hands above your head, Cassandra.” The command followed by the use of my full name compelled me to comply. Not to mention that the way he rolled the R had to have been one of the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard. His left hand closed over both of mine, preventing me from touching him. I should have denied his request, but his words held so much promise.

  My core ached for friction in the worst way. I swayed and raised my hips in hopes of meeting his. Spasms of need, want, and desire rolled through me. But Dante moved at his own pace and ignored my silent plea.

  I couldn’t keep my eyes off his hand as it roamed my stomach. When it inched its way to the waistband of my jeans, my breath caught in the back of my throat. I was mesmerized by his touch—slow, methodical, and confident. My trapped fingers tightened around his, urging him to touch me. My body felt like a battery hooked up to jumper cables waiting for another volt of power. With just one kiss, combined with the way he touched me, I already knew having sex with Dante would surpass all others.

  He skimmed his free hand until it rested between my legs, cupping me where I needed him most. “Is this where you want me?” His deep voice had me writhing on the bed.

  “I think you know the answer. I never pegged you for a tease.” The words that left my mouth in his presence were completely out of character for me. Not to mention, the number of gorgeous women that he had had the pleasure of photographing, or doing God knows what with, should have intimidated me—but it didn’t. Instead, it gave me a sense of determination.

  At my accusation, he grinned mockingly. It was then I realized I had just issued him a challenge… one I had no patience for. The prolonged anticipation was unbearable. He rubbed me and pushed the heel of his hand down on the spot that needed his attention. At my moan, a look of satisfaction grew over his face.

  “Feel good?” he asked calmly.

  How was it the man appeared to be unaffected by what we were doing? Meanwhile, my body was in a state of arousal that it had never felt before. Needing confirmation, I shifted my left leg between his and felt his thick, long, hardened shaft on my thigh. I pressed upward and asked, “Does that?”

  “Are you teasing me now?”

  “No, just provoking.”

  “Mission accomplished.”

  Shifting his weight, he settled between my legs and ensured I felt every inch of him. Then without warning, he released my hands and stood at the end of the bed. Bereft, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and began to lift it over my head.

  “Stop.” He flicked my sandals off one at a time, sending each to the floor. Dante raked his eyes over me seductively and said, “Take off your jeans.” Every time his gaze met mine, my insides coiled as a response. Without hesitation, my fingers worked the button, then the zipper, until I was able to shimmy the jeans over my hips and down as far as I could before he pulled them the rest of the way off.

  “Now your panties.” The white lace constricted in the worst way. I knew they were wet, and I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. Everything about tonight was a huge turn-on. Once again, I complied with his request.

  Lying half-naked with knees bent, feet flat on the silky duvet, didn’t help my disposition. Nor did the way Dante appraised me… lustful eyes moved over my body in a seductive caress. My flesh prickled with every second that passed. He took his time, studying, assessing, all while his thumb methodically stroked his full bottom lip. I was exposed and turned on, the most I’d ever been.

  “Beautiful.” Still fully clothed, he gripped his chin between his thumb and forefinger. His gaze slid downward, and I stiffened under his scrutiny. “Spread your knees,” he commanded as he yanked his shirt over his head. Each ridge of his tanned muscles, the silver bar that punctured his left nipple, down to the vee that disappeared into his dark low-rise denim jeans, made me want him even more. His expression, and the way he barked out orders, gave me a glimpse of Dante the photographer. Tonight, I was his subject. Except he wasn’t using a camera but instead photographing me with his eyes.

  As he took a step forward, I could feel the sexual magnetism, and a natural self-confident aura, roll off him in waves. His candid stare remained bold and without reservation. Part of me wanted him to speak, hoping it would erase the element of surprise. But the other part couldn’t wait to find out what came next.

  Putting me out of my misery, he placed a hand on one of my knees while the other grazed the oversensitive flesh of my inner thigh. Just as his outstretched hand reached the juncture between my legs and exposed core, he stopped.

  At first, his attention remained riveted on my face, but then it crawled down the length of my body, landing where I needed him most. He extended the tip of his middle finger, paused, and ran it ever so lightly up my seam.

  “Jesus, Cassandra.” A soft moan preceded his raspy confirmation that I was ready for him. “You’re wet… and I’m hard as fucking stone knowing I did that.” Responding wasn’t an option, even if I wanted to. The only thing I could manage was a slow blink. “I need to taste you,” he added, and I almost came from hearing the desperation in his voice.

  Expecting his mouth, his fingers worked over my pulsating clit while he pierced me with his thumb. I bit my lip to stifle an embarrassing outcry. It was too soon to come undone, but with every simple move he made, it became nearly impossible to hold back my pent-up frustration. His thumb glided in and out as the knuckles on two of his fingers stroked over me with just the right amount of pressure.

  Upon closing my eyes, white bursts of light danced behind my lids as my release came in an exhausting wave of
pleasure.

  “Look at me,” he commanded. I obeyed and saw carnal appreciation in the smug look on his face because of what he just did to me. He dragged his thumb across his bottom lip, and then popped it into his mouth while sucking with a wink. “Fucking delicious.” With our gazes tethered, that signature move that I’d come to know, along with his words, practically caused me to climax again.

  “God, you’re sexy,” I admitted. Clearly, all my inhibitions had vanished with my orgasm.

  “It’s because of how badly I want to fuck you.”

  “Then do it.” Not wasting another second, he climbed onto the mattress to straddle me. In one swoop, he lifted my top, trapping my arms above my head and turning it into a makeshift blindfold, stealing my sight.

  When I attempted to remove it from where he had folded the fabric over my eyes, he placed a firm hand on mine before whispering, “Leave it.”

  The imagery of his naked torso left a burning imprint on my mind. My senses heightened just as my nerves spiked. Being so vulnerable during sex left me feeling uneasy. Yet for some reason, I trusted him.

  Strong fingers unclasped the front hook of my bra, exposing my breasts to him. Cool air caressed my hardened nipples, only to be replaced with his warm mouth. My heels dug into the mattress as I arched, forcing more of myself toward him. He accepted my invitation, laving at each breast and giving them equal attention.

  Dante moved away, leaving me breathless and exposed. The sound of a drawer opening and closing before the telltale sound of foil ripping seemed unusually loud in my darkness.

  More silence came, leaving me to wonder where he was or what he was doing. The longer I lay without sight, the more I craved Mr. Kinky to take me. A begging plea lingered around the edges of my mind but wasn’t voiced. Without having to verbalize my desire, the coarse hair of his legs gave me the confirmation I needed that he was finally where I wanted him to be.

  “I want to see you,” I pleaded with a shaky breath.

  “You will… but right now, I want you to use your body to feel me, Cassandra.” At that, he entered me in a slow, deep thrust.

  He was right. I didn’t need to see him at that moment. In fact, without my sight I felt every delectable inch inside of me. Our bodies fused and stilled, stealing the air from my lungs. Dante released a long grunt and began gently moving his hips. Each stroke became more intense, and each time his hips bumped into mine brought me closer to once again falling over the edge.

  Oh my God.

  Chapter 10

  Dante

  Oh my God.

  I nearly came the instant I plunged into her, and with every pump it became harder to hold back. My intention to make the foreplay linger backfired in an almost painful way as my cock hardened to steel. The way she was wrapped so tightly around me made it impossible to think straight, much less hold back.

  If I were fucking anyone else, it would have ended by now. But I wanted to bring Cassie to places she’d never been before. Easier said than done, I thought, as I hung on to my sanity by a thread.

  “Jesus, Cassandra, you feel so good.”

  “Mmm… Don’t stop, Dante.” A thin sheen of sweat coated her breasts. She looked perfect, blindfolded and writhing beneath me. The fact she trusted me enough to take away her sight, even if for a little while, spoke volumes. It made me wonder how far she’d let me take her. What limits she’d go to in order to experience pure carnal pleasure.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

  Her voice was just above a whisper. “No, tell me.”

  I smiled, although she couldn’t see it. “Your neck…” My mouth sucked on her thundering pulse. “So graceful, yet it gives away your secrets.” Upon another thrust, I trailed my lips to her tits and bobbed between them, licking and nipping. “Your breasts… are a natural work of art.” Continuing down, I grazed my fingertips, tickling the ivory soft skin down her side, and I gripped her ass. “This ass… one day…” With each declaration, my hips accelerated and I pounded deeper and deeper into her.

  The only sounds she released were sexy moans of ecstasy, and then her pink tongue peeked out and set me on fire. Attaching my mouth to hers, I sucked forcibly on her bottom lip before saying, “And this mouth… like a drug to me.”

  Cassie had a white-knuckled clasp on the pillow but still held back. “Your pussy is gripping me, and my restraint is failing. I need you to come, Cassandra… now,” I demanded before crushing my lips to hers and using my tongue to mimic how my cock fucked her. Taking it one step further, I shoved a hand between us to manipulate a fingertip over her clit. My touch triggered her hips to buck, her gasps to shorten, and her tongue to fervently tangle with mine. Thank Christ, she finally quivered around me. It took less than three seconds for me to join her.

  The orgasm that wouldn’t end molested me from head to toe—my balls tightened, my cock pulsed. I came harder than ever, reduced to a mass of spent and exhausted muscle.

  Her soft curves molded around my hard body. “Wow,” she said, and I chuckled at her adorable exclamation. I raised the fabric of her shirt over her head, freeing her arms to allow her to drape them around my shoulders. “Hi.” She was even more gorgeous with that just-fucked look… a look I proudly took credit for.

  Kissing her eyelids, I smiled back. “Hi, are you okay?”

  “Yes, great, except I can’t breathe, and I’m dying of thirst,” she added with a beautiful smile.

  Not wanting to leave her warmth, I reluctantly pulled out of her with a groan. Cassie sighed before propping herself up. Those baby blues focused on my fingers as they rolled the condom off, tying it at the opening. “Wine? Perrier?”

  “Tap?”

  I laughed at her simple request. Cassie was refreshing on several levels. “Tap water it is. I’ll be right back.”

  “I’ll be right here.”

  “I would hope so, because we’re doing that again.” I shot her a wink and stepped away. In no time at all, I had her water and returned. Before climbing back on the bed, I set her water down on the side table and took a moment to appraise the beauty that lay between my sheets. She removed her bra, and the sheet did little to hide the shape of her breasts.

  Getting in beside her, I propped up my head on my hand. Cassie remained quiet, but her eyes never left mine. “What are you thinking?”

  “That was amazing. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

  “I would hope not.” I kissed her temple. “Next time, I won’t rush it.”

  Her eyes widened, and her brows shot to her hairline. “Rush? And you’re quite confident there will be a next time.”

  “Are you saying there won’t be? Don’t you want to feel that again, to come undone… to feel unadulterated passion?”

  She reached over and took a sip of her water before answering me. “I’m not saying that. All I said was that you’re very confident.” Cassie’s trying to backpedal had me grinning. Realizing I wasn’t wavering on my declaration, she shook her head and conceded. “I want to be able to see you next time. You may see beautiful women all the time, but this isn’t a normal date for me.”

  I snatched the water from her grip and took a gulp before placing the glass on the table. “Cassandra, I meant it when I said you were beautiful.” Her head predictably tilted away from mine, and I gripped her chin to force her to look at me. “I’ll tell you that until you believe me. For instance…” My hand outlined the curves of her body from waist to hip to ass. “I like this.”

  “You like what?”

  “Curves. The women I photograph are rail thin. No softness, no curves.”

  She pulled the sheet up and tucked it around her. “Thank you… I think?”

  The sudden shield she created meant she doubted my words. In an instant, the confident, daring woman I just had sex with vanished. “No thinking, Cassandra. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you think I’d lie to you?”

  “No, but…”

 
Placing a finger to her lips, I stopped her negativity. “No buts. You’ll learn that what I say, I mean. Lying isn’t part of my repertoire when it comes to my personal relationships. Do I embellish while I work? Yes, but that’s because models can be prima donnas and if I didn’t, my days would be torturous. You’re different.”

  “Okay. I believe you. Speaking of bodies, yours isn’t too shabby.”

  My hand rubbed my abs. “Meh, it’s okay.”

  Following my lead, she brought her hand to my chest and traced my piercing with her fingertips. My cock jolted in response. “Right, and…” She lifted the sheet that rested on my waist and stared at my cock. “That… well… let’s just say he’s quite skilled.” Taking me by surprise, she leaned down and kissed the tip and flicked it with her tongue. Fuck me. “Tastes good too.”

  “Keep that up and round two will begin immediately.” A mixture of pleasure and agony contorted my facial muscles. If I knew a way to fuck both her mouth and pussy at the same time, I would. “Cassandra, you’re killing me.” The smug look on her face caused me to pull her on top of me. “Open the drawer and get a condom. I wanted to wait, but you’re not giving me much choice.”

  She giggled, and the vibration caused my dick to throb even more. Once I was sheathed, Cassie lowered herself and rode me until we both came with pure satisfaction.

  Cassie

  Where the hell is my bra? On all fours I scoured the floor in search of the damn thing. The darkened room wasn’t helping my predicament, but leaving before the sun rose was my first priority. Finally, my finger grazed a piece of lace. Thank God.

  I slipped it on and then found my panties a few feet away from my jeans. Once I had my shirt and shoes, I could commence my walk of shame. Glancing back at a sleeping Dante, I smiled at the memory of our night together. He looked so peaceful, which I was sure to be the opposite of what he’d feel when he woke to an empty bed.