by Ella Brooke
“You did well tonight,” I tell her, coming up behind her.
She turns and looks up at me. “Thanks. I felt a little awkward, but I mostly just tried to look calm and not talk.”
“Well, you were perfect. Keep up that kind of behavior, and maybe I’ll throw a little more cash your way.”
Her eyes narrow, and even though I have a good hundred pounds on her, I almost back up a step.
“I’m not some…servant or escort or whatever the hell you’re implying.” I get a sense that the champagne she drank at the gala gave her a little extra spunk, and I kind of like it. I smirk.
“You kind of are. I mean, that’s exactly the arrangement we made.”
“You paid me one million dollars for a month of going to events like this with you and spending time with you as you require. Waving money at me like, what? Like I’m some kind of whore or something? What’s next? An extra hundred for a blowjob?”
My dick twitches, and the words are out of my mouth before I even think about it. “I’m up for it if you are, baby.”
I realize just in time that she’s raised her hand to slap me, and I grab her wrist before she can make contact. She struggles against me.
“Let go of me, you asshole,” she shouts, and when I don’t let go, she tries even harder to pull away. The way she’s moving has her dress straining over her tits, and it’s all I can take. I pull her in close and my lips crash down onto hers.
Fuck. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. She tenses and struggles for a moment, but I feel it the instant she gives in to what’s been growing between us all night. I press her body up against the windows and tangle my hands in her hair, angling her head so I can devour her gorgeous mouth the way I want to. A tiny, helpless whimper escapes her, and it has me practically dizzy with need. I grab hold of one of her thighs and lift it, pressing my thigh between her legs, and she cries out at the contact of my leg to her pussy, my hard-on pressing into her belly.
“Dante,” she whimpers, and I kiss her again, my tongue delving between her lips, my thigh pressing against her, and when she grinds her pussy against my leg, I practically roar in victory. She’s just as needy as I am right now, and I have no qualms at all about taking advantage of that.
I pick her up and carry her down the hall to my bedroom. She’s panting, trembling a little, just as out of her mind as I am.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” I growl as I set her down. I quickly pull down the zipper at the back of her dress and push it off of her body, watching as it puddles around her feet, which are still in the heels my assistant bought for her. She wasn’t wearing a bra with the dress, and her full tits are there now, on display for me.
“Perfect. You’re fucking perfect,” I murmur as my gaze runs down her body. Her body is soft, curvaceous, and I can only imagine how good it’s going to feel having her under me. She’s wearing tiny, lacy red panties, and I have the feeling I’ll be reliving this moment in my wet dreams for a very long time.
I reach out and run my fingertips over her shoulder, then down, gently tracing the side of her full, luscious breast, then down her side, over her hip.
“Tell me you want this, baby,” I say, meeting her eyes. My voice is hoarse, and if she says no now, I’m going to lose my fucking mind. “I need to hear the words, Samantha.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me. Yes, what?”
She blushes prettily and glances away, and I cup her chin and force her to look up at me. Her eyes are wide, and she licks her lips. I can’t help myself: I lean in and claim her lips again, and she whimpers as I kiss, lick, and nibble her full lower lip.
“Tell me, Samantha,” I repeat. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“I want that,” she whispers. I smile. I’m determined. She’s not going to play innocent with me forever.
“Want what? I want to hear you say it. You’ll say so much more before this is over. Tell me,” I say, and she responds immediately to the command in my voice.
“I want you to fuck me, Dante. Please,” she whispers.
Perfect. She is fucking perfect. My mouth crashes down onto hers again, and my only thought now is how many times I can make her come before I finally find the relief I’ve needed since that first moment at the Calla Club.
Chapter Six
Samantha
This is really happening.
Dante’s lips are on mine, hard, possessive, and all I can do is try to hold onto what feels like the last shred of sanity I have left. My heart is pounding, my stomach is twisting, and every cell in my body is screaming out for one thing: I need him to touch me.
As if he hears my silent plea, Dante cups my breasts in his big hands, and I let out a little cry at the sudden contact. He’s still kissing me, molding my breasts in his hands, and I can’t stop myself from thrusting my chest forward, needing more of his touch.
And oh, he obliges. He rubs his thumbs over my aching nipples, again and again, and the sensation is sweet torture. I’m holding onto him for dear life, and he’s kissing me in a way I’ve never been kissed before, his tongue rhythmically sliding into my mouth in a way that mimics what he’s going to be doing to me soon.
And then he takes each nipple between his fingers and rolls them, pinching them, and the loud, needy cry that comes from me is like no sound I’ve ever made before. All I know is I want him to do that again, harder…and then he does, and I can’t help myself; I grind my aching pussy against his thigh, and he laughs in this low, dangerous way that sends shivers up my spine.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to ignore your sweet cunt,” he murmurs as he kisses, then nibbles and sucks, the side of my neck. He’s still pinching, pulling, rolling my nipples, and I’m holding onto his shoulders.
His lips move from the side of my neck to my shoulder, and then he’s placing warm, open-mouthed kisses over the roundness of one breast as he continues torturing the other with his fingers. When his lips close over my nipple, all I can do is release one long, helpless moan, and I feel him laugh against my aching, swollen flesh. He’s sucking and biting and pinching and pulling, and then he starts on my other breast.
“Dante,” I murmur.
“Mm. I like the way you say my name. Say it again.”
“Dante,” I say, and I feel like I’m begging and praying all at the same time.
His mouth releases my nipple with a little “pop,” and then he’s licking his way down my stomach until he’s kneeling in front of me. My hands are on his shoulders, still, then I’m gripping his hair as he starts nibbling on the curve of my hip.
“No, this won’t do. Very distracting with the way you’re tugging my hair, Samantha.”
“I— I’m sorry,” I manage. He rises and looks me over, and then he seems to come to a decision.
“Over here,” he says, leading me to one corner of the bed, the tall wooden post of the four-poster bed at my back. “Put your hands up and hold the post. Don’t let go.”
The tone in his voice leaves no room for argument, and I can’t think straight anyway, so I do it, raising my hands and gripping the smooth wood of the bed post.
“Fuck,” he growls, and the hungry look in his eyes has my stomach twisting. I can only imagine what I look like, my hair messed up and falling over my shoulders, my breasts thrust out at him from the way I’m standing gripping the bed post, wearing nothing but these ridiculous tiny red panties and the red spiky heels I wore to the gala.
“Spread your legs a little,” he growls, and I do. I’m blushing, nearly mortified at the wanton way I know I look, but I don’t even think of saying no. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want Dante to touch me again.
“Good, Samantha,” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
And then he’s in front of me again, placing hot kisses over my stomach, my hips. I can feel him biting at the side of my panties, taking the flimsy fabric between his teeth, then nibbling his way along my hipbone. He’s on his knees,
his face level with my pussy, which is throbbing, aching. I can feel the wetness between my thighs, and there’s only a second to be mortified at the thought that I bet he can see it soaking through my panties, when he places his mouth over my silk-clad mound. I give a startled, needy cry at the sensation, and I feel like I’m going to come right then and there. He’s licking my pussy through the silk of my panties, long strokes that have me thrusting my hips forward, needing more of him. He pushes his tongue hard right to my clit, and I scream, falling apart at the sensation, bucking my hips forward. He keeps licking me as I ride out my orgasm, and then I’m weak, aching, able to stand only because I’m holding on to the bed and because he’s forcing me to stay up, his face still pressed to my body.
“That was fucking perfect. You’re so sensitive,” he growls against me, and I whimper as he takes the edge of my panties in his hand and rips them off. The cool air hits my tender pussy, and I try to close my legs.
“No. I’m not done with you yet.”
He lowers me to the bed, my ass at the edge of the mattress. He pushes my thighs open, spreading me out before him, and he looks his fill with that hungry look in his eyes.
“That was only a little taste. Now I’m really going to enjoy you. Keep those legs wide open for me, Samantha.”
All I can do is nod, and then his warm hands are on my inner thighs, keeping me spread open, and he gives my pussy one long, firm lick, all along my slit, and I scream at the sensation against my sensitive pussy. He does it again, and again, and then his tongue traces around my entrance and I try to close my legs, unable to take the intensity of it anymore.
“Samantha,” he says in a warning tone, and I open my thighs again. He goes back to work, circling my clit with his tongue, and it feels like all I can do is moan his name, over and over and over again. My hands have found my breasts, and I’m squeezing my nipples the way he did.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, and I look down to see him watching me. “Don’t stop, baby. Keep doing that.”
I obey, and I’m rewarded a moment later when he slides one thick finger inside me. He pumps it a few times, and when he adds a second, I know I’m close to falling apart again. He’s thrusting in and out of me, pumping his fingers into my aching pussy, his eyes on me as I pinch and pull my nipples.
“Fuck, Samantha. You’re so hot and tight. I can’t wait to sink my cock into you. I’m gonna fuck this sweet pussy so hard you’re going to be feeling me for days afterward.”
I whimper, and he laughs that low, dangerous laugh again.
“You want that, don’t you, Samantha?” he asks, still pumping his fingers into me.
“Yes, Dante.”
“So good. You’re so good,” he murmurs, and then he adds his mouth to the torture, his fingers pumping into me harder and faster, and then he sucks my clit into his mouth and I scream as another orgasm tears through me. Just as that one falls away, another one builds, and I come, screaming and thrashing, and he’s still going, his fingers and mouth ceaseless in their delicious assault on my body.
“Please. Oh, god, please. I can’t take anymore,” I beg. “It’s too much.”
He pumps his fingers into me a few more times, kisses my pussy, and then backs up.
“I need you now. Get up there,” he growls, nodding toward the center of the bed. I quickly move, pulling the blankets back and lying on the silk sheets. I watch as he removes his clothes, revealing the most gorgeous, muscular body I’ve ever seen. I press my thighs together as a wave of nervousness washes through me. Despite all of the things he’s done to me, I still can’t quite believe I’m about to give my virginity to him.
When he pulls his pants and boxer briefs off, his cock springs free, and all I can do is stare. It’s thick, long, and fully erect. I have no idea how I’m supposed to manage having something that big inside me.
***
Dante
The second Samantha’s gaze lands on my cock, I’m ready to blow my load. I’m not going to last long, but I’m sure as hell going to try. She is the sweetest, hottest, most responsive woman I’ve ever gone down on, and if she would have let me, I would have kept going.
At the same time, I’m physically in pain from needing to fuck her, especially after feeling how tight her pussy is, how hot and slick she’ll be for me.
She looks like pure sex, her dark hair spread over my pillows, her tits swollen from my attentions, her long, shapely legs stretched out in front of her. Though there’s still that innocence. Her thighs are tight together and her eyes are wide. She’s nervous, and something about that makes me want to fuck her all the harder. By the time I’m done with her, the last thing she’ll be is innocent.
“Open your legs, Samantha,” I command as I step over to the bed. She kicked her heels off, and I consider telling her that I didn’t tell her to do that.
I’ll give her a pass this one time, especially when she spreads her legs so prettily for me.
“You’re so wet, baby. You want this so bad, don’t you?”
“Yes, Dante. Please,” she whispers, and I give a low chuckle.
“I love it when you beg me.”
I reach over to the nightstand and grab a condom out of the top drawer, then rip it open. She’s watching as I slide it down over my cock. She licks her lips, eyes wide, and I can’t help but give her a little more to see, pumping my hand once, twice, over my hard cock after the condom is on. She makes the sweetest little whimpering sound, and I grab her hips and pull her toward me.
“Watch, Samantha,” I tell her, and her eyes dip to where my dick is straining just outside her entrance. I give her pussy a gentle nudge and she gasps. I push into her, slowly, one torturous bit at a time, and she’s even tighter than I thought she’d be, her pussy gripping my cock in a way that nearly makes me dizzy.
I sink all the way into her with one hard, deep thrust, and she screams.
It’s too much. It’s too fucking good. I stay there for a while, pushed as far into her as I can go, feeling her sweet cunt clenching around me, listening to her as she moans beneath me.
I take her wrists in my hands and press them to the mattress on either side of her head, holding them there. Her eyes are wide, her tits bouncing as I start moving my hips, thrusting in and out of her, over and over and over again until it feels like my balls are going to explode. She’s crying out, begging, her pussy clenching tighter around me, and I know she’s close, but I need her closer.
I let go of one of her wrists and press my fingertips to her clit, rubbing her as I thrust into her, hard.
“Come for me now, Samantha,” I command. One thrust, two, and she’s squeezing my cock so hard I see stars, screaming into the penthouse as she has the most beautiful orgasm I’ve ever seen. I ride it out, barely hanging on. Once she’s spent, I lean down and kiss her.
“So perfect. So beautiful, Samantha,” I murmur. And then I can’t help myself anymore. I start hammering into her tight little pussy, harder, faster, out of my mind, unable to focus on anything other than how bad I need to come inside her. All I can do is grunt and growl like some kind of animal as I feel my orgasm building, and she’s screaming again, clenching hard around me, and I explode, coming harder than I’ve ever come in my life, thrusting into her sweet body over and over again until I’m finally spent. I collapse on top of her, both of us breathless, sweating. I can feel her heart pounding.
A moment later, I pull out of her and she moans. She’s so damn sensitive, so responsive to every touch, and that thought has me wanting to fuck her again. I quickly get up and throw the condom away, and by the time I turn back to the bed, her eyes are closed and her breathing is even, deep.
I’ve fucked my sweet little stripper right to sleep. I smile and settle into bed beside her, pulling her close before I drift away as well.
***
I wake up the next morning with an almost-painful hard on. Luckily, I know just what to do with it. I open my eyes and look for Samantha, but I find that I’m alone in bed. I can
hear water splashing in my bathroom.
All right. Fine. I can wait a couple minutes.
I turn onto my side so that when she climbs back into bed, I’ll be ready to pull her close and get her warmed up for round two. I pull the blankets aside so she can slip right into bed beside me, and that’s when I see it.
I shake my head, but there’s no denying it. There are reddish-brown streaks of blood on the white sheets, right where Samantha was lying when I fucked her the night before.
My gut clenches, and I feel like the air’s been knocked out of me. I don’t even have time to process it before I hear the bathroom door open.
I spin around and look at her. She's still naked, and despite how screwed up and pissed off I am just now, my cock twitches at the sight of her.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I growl.
She freezes. “Tell you what?”
I point to the blood stains on the sheets. “You were a virgin, Samantha?”
She blushes and looks away.
“Samantha?” I demand, and she looks back at me.
“Yes.”
Holy fuck. What the fuck did I do? “You didn’t think that detail was worth sharing with me?”
“What does it matter?”
“It matters. You should have told me.” I can feel my rage rising, right along with the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. It feels like I can’t breathe, and the memories that flood my mind make me feel like I’m about to drown.
Her eyes flash. “When was I supposed to tell you, Dante? Huh? When you were licking and sucking me, or when you had your fingers inside me? Or maybe I should have told you before you shoved your dick all the way inside me. When the hell was I supposed to stop and say ‘oh, by the way, Dante, you’re going to be my first.’ And what do you care, anyway?” Her voice is raised, and even through my anger, I think that she’s gorgeous when she’s pissed.
“I don’t fuck virgins,” I snarl. I get out of bed and start pulling on my pants from the night before.
