by Tina Donahue
With his mouth on her ear, Dante murmured, “This is where I’ll be.”
Lauren’s breath rushed out on an appreciative sigh. She relaxed against him, her face lifted, eyes closed.
He stopped thumbing her nipples. “Look at yourself…watch what I’m doing to you.”
She pulled in her shoulders. “I can’t.”
“Why not?”
Lauren couldn’t admit to how bad she thought she looked. Her lack of confidence in her appearance was too personal and humiliating. A reaction drummed into her from countless insults as she’d grown up. “Because I don’t want to.”
“Not good enough,” he murmured. “You’ll look or you don’t get this.” He ran his hand over the curve of her belly to her curls and lower. Lightly, he stroked her cleft, slippery with arousal.
Ohmygod. She pushed to her toes and breathed, “More.”
“Look.”
“No.”
He withdrew his hand.
Lauren grabbed his wrist. It was so thick she couldn’t get her fingers completely around it. He was so strong that he easily kept her from bringing his hand back to her cunt.
“Look,” he coaxed gently.
At last she did, focusing on him.
Dante worked his mouth as though he was trying hard not to smile, but he refused to touch her again. Damn him. Damn her for being so self-conscious. She should have shrugged off all the bullying during middle and high school. Too late now.
Bracing herself, Lauren finally took the plunge, regarded her reflection and quickly gaped. She didn’t look nearly as bad as she’d thought. Next to Dante, who was huge, she was actually pretty small.
Wow.
His smile appeared as pleased as she felt, his hands all over her, roughly fondling her breasts, dipping to her cunt, separating her soft folds. As Dante played with her pussy, he suckled her shoulder, his touch, heat and scent astonishingly nice.
She softened against him, not questioning the way he’d trapped both her wrists in one hand, holding them to her chest. With his foot, he guided Lauren to spread her legs. Once she had, he positioned his feet so his toes were on the inside of her heels. He ran his fingers down to her pussy, settled the tips on her clit and brushed gently.
Lauren sucked in a breath at the intense sensations that rocketed through her. She was so unbelievably ready for this that one more stroke would have her blasting off.
Dante seemed to know. His fingers circled her nub, not coming near it until her breathing had quieted.
“Look,” he ordered.
Her cheeks were rosy, her nipples tight as could be, his hand between her legs. The most beautiful image she’d ever seen.
He rubbed her again. Lightly. Teasingly. Enough to drive her nuts. Lauren’s knees wobbled. She wiggled within his grasp. Dante increased his hold on her wrists, not letting her keep him from doing what he wanted. His feet stopped her from bringing her legs together. He’d trapped her so well.
And used her so brazenly.
His fingers glided past her opening, around her clit, through her curls, back to her nub, keeping her off balance, drawing out her climax.
Tension built within Lauren, settling in her cunt. It felt congested, dying for relief. Her climax edged close then drifted away as Dante stopped rubbing her. When he started again, the feelings returned more quickly and intense.
He paused again.
Acting on pure impulse, she cried, “Let me come, please.”
Dante suckled her neck and ran his damp fingers across her belly. It quivered. She moaned. He toyed with her nipples, rolling the tips between his thumb and forefinger then tugged on them. He circled her navel, surveying its contours, then touched every other part of her except the one that mattered.
A bead of perspiration slid down Lauren’s hairline. Her heart kept slamming into her chest, snatching what little breath she had left. “Come on,” she whined. “Rub my clit.”
Dante kissed her ear and whispered, “No. You’ve been bad.”
He was going to punish her by not letting her come? Hell, that was worse than dieting.
Slowly, maddeningly, Dante worked his way back to her clit and rubbed it once. It was too much and not enough. Playing his game, Lauren suppressed a shiver and didn’t move at all. That seemed to throw him off. He stroked her again. Wondrous sensations flowed from her cunt to the insides of her thighs, her belly and boobs.
Still, she didn’t respond.
He rubbed longer and harder. Lauren not only fought him again, this time she battled her own desires, wanting to prolong the moment of exquisite satisfaction when she’d finally—
Her cry of delight erupted without warning and tore through the small room, the sound a perfect complement to the earthy salsa that played. A pulse deep within her pussy kept time with the music. Waves of sensations built to an intolerable level then drifted away, leaving her panting and weak.
Dante held her tenderly now. After a few moments had passed, he kissed the mole near her mouth. “Good?”
God yeah. “More,” she gasped, unable to speak further.
With a sexy smile, he bent her at the waist over the convertible chair, guided her arms to its surface and said, “Lift your ass.”
Lauren not only did what Dante wanted, she actually flaunted her nudity. He liked that and her trust that he wouldn’t judge. Most of the women he knew had no trouble in that department. Convinced they looked good, they’d ditched their duds, crawled all over him then played hard and dirty. They’d provided blessed relief and wicked fun but little else. He hadn’t been any more important to them than they’d been to him.
Dante recalled Lauren’s embarrassment when she’d glanced at her body, and then her obvious pleasure as she finally saw herself as he did. He wondered who’d told her she wasn’t enough for a guy. An old boyfriend? Kids at school? Damn stupid jerks. Her figure was the kind a man could get lost in, her soft, sensuous curves washing away the day’s crap, draining a guy of strength.
He couldn’t look at her enough and needed to bury his cock in her so badly his clothes felt too tight, his rod and nuts wanting out.
Ignoring his body’s demands, Dante forced himself to take his time. He wanted Lauren to feel how naked she was and to relish it. He took in her plush ass, the furrow between her cheeks, her anus and moist cleft. His throat tightened at her damp curls and plump lips. From the corner of his eye, he saw Lauren lift her face to watch him in the mirror. He sensed her blush had returned.
Dante pretended not to notice her quiet scrutiny. He fought a grin as he regarded her socks. Those babies were the same blue tint as her panties with little white roses embroidered on them. Cute and surprisingly hot. His balls pulled up into his body again. On a hard swallow, he went to her side. Lauren’s attention dropped to his tee and jeans. He could tell she wanted them off. Too bad. He was going to make her wait. Show her exactly who the boss was now.
Like a lord of the manor, he observed her at his leisure, finally resting his palm on her waist. She jerked slightly then moved into him. Sweet. He ran his fingertips over her silky skin. Lauren’s lids grew heavy. She made a soft, purring noise.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Oh yeah.”
“You’re not falling asleep, are you?”
She giggled. “No. You?”
He’d never felt more alert, acutely aware of every sound Lauren made, how she smelled, the smooth texture of her skin. “What do you think?”
She studied the weighty package between his legs, her expression quickly distracted. “I don’t know. Aren’t you ever going to get naked?” A faint frown creased her forehead. “You do know you need to do that, right?”
Laughter bubbled up in his throat. Dante fought it. “You really like being bad.”
Lauren gave him a sly smile. “Maybe.”
She was definitely ready for a game both of them would enjoy. Dante clamped his hand on her waist and pressed down to give her a small taste of his strength. “Don’t
try to wiggle away,” he warned. “You’ll only make it worse for yourself.”
“You mean you’ll never undress?”
His shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. Forcing himself to sober, he said, “Don’t talk either or make any sounds.”
“Ever?”
Dante clenched his jaw to keep from laughing.
She grinned at him in the mirror. “You’re sure you want me to be a good gi—”
Her words stalled at the first crack of his palm against her luscious ass. She let out a startled cry then moaned. “Do it again.”
Dante lowered his face so she couldn’t see his smile. This was his damn show. In here, doing this, he was supposed to be in fucking charge.
Lauren appeared to recall that finally. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “I’ll be good.”
“No you won’t.”
She returned his grin. “You catch on quick, don’t—”
He paddled the words out of her, the cracks coming in quick succession, hard enough to pink up her ass and make her breathless. Lust blurred her expression. Dante ran his fingers down her pussy. Those precious folds were drenched even more than they’d been earlier.
She was finally ready for him. Thank god. Another few minutes and he’d be bellowing or crying in pain. He opened a drawer to the side and pulled out a string of condoms. Lauren stared at the foil packets, surprise crossing her face.
Before she got the wrong idea about him screwing customers in here, Dante showed her what else he had in the drawer—a comb, electric shaver, toothbrush and toothpaste, deodorant, extra cash, grocery coupons.
Oddly enough, she’d smiled when he’d shown her the coupons, her look of wonder and excitement returned. Her trust. There was no damn way he’d ever abuse her faith in him. He liked and respected her too much. Beneath her cautious manner was passion, fire and an incredibly good heart. Dante knew it killed her not to pay Jasmina and Van Gogh what they were worth. He sensed Lauren would starve before she took any of his salary or even agreed to a loan.
She was a fine woman and suddenly frowning. He did too, worried something was wrong. “What?”
“I’m not telling you what to do, however—”
“Wait. Since when aren’t you being bossy?”
She conceded with a nod. “This’ll be the last time.”
He laughed, not believing her in the least.
Didn’t faze her at all. “It might be a good idea if you take off your clothes. So you can put on one of those rubbers.”
He pretended to think about that then moved closer and pushed his face into hers. Lauren’s breath hushed against his lips. So warm and sweet smelling, Dante got dizzy. He shook his head, clearing it. “Didn’t you say I’m supposed to ink all my clients through their clothes?”
She murmured, “Only the women. I told you it was all right to work on naked guys.”
“I prefer you.”
Her face lit up. “You’re going to give me a tat now?” She wore a look of innocence. “That’s what rubbers are for? To protect me from the tattooing needle?”
“I had something much thicker in mind.”
A blush crept up her throat, touching her already rosy cheeks. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
He dropped the condoms on the convertible chair and toed off his sandals. Lauren didn’t watch that. Her full focus was on his groin.
In time, baby.
Dante pulled off his tee and tossed it on the chair to land on top of hers. She stared at his dark-brown nipples and pecs then the tats on his biceps and the one on his side. It depicted a stylized falcon in flight that reached from his armpit to his waist. He’d mentioned it that first day when she’d shown up here dressed like a nun, ready to take charge.
Because she owned everything in this place, including him.
Dante pushed his jeans and stretchy boxers down. His cock sprang out, ready to boogie. Lauren stared at his hairy groin, rigid rod and plump balls as if they were the first privates she’d seen.
She let out a low, longing sigh.
Her reaction made him even harder. Plowing into her cunt and fucking her senseless didn’t seem like enough suddenly. He warned himself to take it easy, make her crave this even more. With his heart walloping against his chest, he opened a foil packet.
Lauren spoke softly, “Move closer. Please.”
The hunger behind her words did wicked things to him. Dante stepped out of his clothes and obliged. Leaning over, she buried her face in his dark curls.
Motherfuck. Dante’s lust kicked into overdrive. Lauren licked the root of his shaft, sending heat and no end of sensations shooting through him. “Hell no,” he choked out and stumbled away.
“Come back here,” she purred. “Let me take you inside my mouth. I promise it won’t hurt.”
Right. She was going to kill him if she kept tonguing his cock. Dante was so fucking primed, one more stroke and he’d lose it, embarrassing himself and disappointing her. “Later,” he growled.
“Promise?”
He stopped rolling the silky latex down his rod, uncertain whether she was playing with him. “Sure. After I do you in ways you can’t imagine.”
She beamed. “Show me.”
What he had in mind for her would take far more than just tonight. Hell, there was no end to what Dante had to have. “This first.” He finished rolling on the rubber and positioned himself behind her.
Lauren watched him in the mirror, seeing as much as she could.
She wasn’t able to regard him running the tip of his cock over her slick cunt but she damn well felt it. Her eyes got glassy.
He gave her one last warning, “Get ready, baby.”
“Go for it,” she breathed.
Dante did, entering her in one solid thrust, burying his shaft to the hilt.
Lauren’s reflection showed her mouth sagging open. Dante knew what she was going through. He huffed at how deliciously tight and fucking hot she was, her body hugging his rod, giving it a home. Longing, bliss and coarse need mingled within him, reminding Dante of the first time he’d had sex. He’d just started high school. The girl was a year older and had practically tackled him, wanting them to “do it”. The wonder of that moment, the sheer power of the act returned in spades.
Lauren did that to him when he really shouldn’t have allowed it. She had a life she wanted back, working in a corporate world he loathed and couldn’t abide. He’d turned his back on the past, comfortable with what he’d chosen here. It was his future.
For her, this was no more than a temporary layover.
That truth didn’t stop him. Holding her hips, Dante pumped slowly, watching his thick rod sliding in and out of her sheath, the hard column of flesh slippery with her juices. It was such an awesome scene, he slowed even more, wanting Lauren to experience the lazy slide of his cock, its rigidity and heat, his undeniable passion.
She whispered something he didn’t catch. The faraway look on her face reminded him of how he’d been when he lost his virginity. Tonight was going to be light-years better. Now he knew how to rock and roll. He picked up his pace. Air hissed through Lauren’s teeth. Not good enough. Dante wanted everything from her. He leaned over and rubbed her clit. She babbled something then tightened her sheath around his shaft.
The room spun. Dante fought his pressing need, determined to see to hers. He tensed his muscles until they burned. Rivulets of sweat ran down his torso and back. He did math equations in his head so her satiny warmth wouldn’t overwhelm him.
Lauren curled her fingers into fists. Panting hard, she tightened her cunt around his cock again, this time squeezing him in rhythm to his thrusts.
On a strangled gasp, Dante surrendered, unable to resist any longer. He pounded into her as fast as he could and rubbed her clit as quickly, driven to give her a ride she’d never get from another man.
Chapter Five
For the first time in Lauren’s life, reality was better than any fantasy she might have dreamed up. Dante filled her completely,
his beefy cock invading her depths, her strength no match for his. Despite how hard Lauren squeezed her inner muscles around his shaft, he easily drove inside of her, the steady tapping of their bodies and their labored breaths the most beautiful music she’d ever heard.
God help her, she didn’t want to come. Not yet. Maybe not ever. That way they’d keep having fun with Dante giving her a sense of belonging to someone, not being alone any longer or scared. Bills wouldn’t exist. Rejection would be in the past. She could welcome the future rather than dreading it and be young as she hadn’t been since childhood when life had gotten so hard.
Those years seemed to belong to another life, a sad one gladly forgotten as too many sensations bombarded Lauren, all of them wanton and wild. Each of Dante’s strokes on her clit increased the tension between her legs. Her body ached for relief, her climax coming, building.
Soaring.
Lauren wailed her release, not caring how wild she acted, relishing the freedom it gave her.
Too quickly the towering sensations passed, yielding to sweet warmth and feelings she couldn’t resist. Her cunt constricted rhythmically with her orgasm. She locked her knees but her legs still wavered. Her head and arms seemed to weigh a ton.
Despite his growl and heavy breathing, Dante kept thrusting and stroking her clit.
Oh hell no. Her poor little nub couldn’t stand the added stimulation. Lauren grabbed his wrist. Dante twisted it loose and swatted her hand away. She squirmed but couldn’t flee. His body trapped hers.
She moaned, “Stop rubbing my clit. I can’t take it.”
He blew out more air. “I want you to come again.”
“I can’t.”
“Bull.” He stroked, rubbed, teased.
She pressed her fingers into the padded chair and gritted her teeth. Dante pumped like a freaking machine, his cock thickening inside of her. It was nearly more than Lauren could take and everything she wanted.
Her next climax whispered close, swirled away momentarily then returned with so much force, it almost knocked her down. Her mouth hung open on a low, throaty groan. Above her, Dante made a strangled sound, managed one final thrust then roared, his deep baritone booming through the room.
