Page 38 of Rescued By the Mafia

Dante caged her in, lust and amusement warring in his eyes. “And you tried to tell me that was an innocent picture,” he said. Then he swooped in and sealed her lips with his, plunging his tongue into her mouth.

Iris moaned, stretching her arms to curl around his neck and slip her fingers into his hair. His kisses were so intense they made her head spin, and she loved them. She loved the way he leaned into her as their tongues danced, the way his hands molded to her hips in the beginning before roving her body as if going on an adventure. This time they both went down, diving beneath her skirt, and the next thing she knew he’d lifted her by the backs of her thighs. He pressed her firmly against the wall, pulling her legs around his hips and sliding his hands to her butt. She could feel his erection grinding against her. She remembered the taste and feel of it in her mouth.

Iris crossed her ankles behind him and whimpered when he broke the kiss, curling her fingers in an attempt not to lose the contact. She wanted this. She wanted to do this with him. It was the first time she’d wanted to take this step in so long her desire was almost overwhelming.

Dante angled his head and leaned in, nibbling at her ear. “Since you went out of your way to take us here, we might as well go in and make a mess.”

His voice was husky in her ear and she barely understood his words through the haze of her lust. It wasn’t until she registered the loss of one hand over her backside and the sound of soft beeping that she remembered where she’d run. His office.

The surface behind her that she’d assumed was the wall seemed to give way and she squeaked, clinging tighter to Dante. He vibrated with a chuckle, adjusting his hold, and carried them forward into his office. Apparently, he’d pinned her to the door. The door he kicked shut seconds later, as soft lighting built around them.

“Now,” Dante said, the hand on her butt squeezing firmly, “should we start on that fantasy or should I fuck you on the floor first?” He met her gaze. “We will get to both. Today.”

At this rate she was thinking she’d come before he actually touched her. But she didn’t say that. “Chair,” she said on a gasp. “Chair first. Then lay me down on the floor and ride me hard.” She could hardly believe the words coming from her own mouth, but she absolutely couldn’t deny the desire for all of it.

His lips lifted in a smile that made her pussy clench. “What a good girl, giving me such an honest answer. Chair it is.” He continued forward, she heard the chair roll back, and he pulled her legs away from his hips as he sat.

She found herself spread out above him, on his lap, her knees hanging over the armrests of the chair. It was an incredibly vulnerable position and heat rushed to her cheeks, but the groan that rumbled from him told her he liked what he saw. He ran his hands over her legs, up to her hips, then slid them to the zipper of the dress and carefully released it. With barely a tug, the fabric was pulled from her body and tossed aside, leaving her in bra and panties.

Dante wasted no time trailing his fingers across the front of her panties. “You get so wet for me, Snapdragon.” He slipped his fingers around the edge of the fabric and pushed two inside almost lazily. She latched onto his shoulders and rocked against his hand as his gaze seared a path up her torso, eventually landing on hers. “Are you ready to take my cock into this juicy cunt?”

She licked her lips. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, sir. Please.”

He growled low and withdrew his fingers, making her wait while he tore his belt free and undid his slacks. She shifted as she needed to, so tempted to rub against him as the aching inside her increased. But soon his thick cock filled the space between them and he took her hips in hand again. He ground over her purposely, making her moan, before finally pulling her panties aside once more. “I’m gonna fuck you like this until we’ve both come,” he said as he pushed the tip past her folds. “If you hold back on me, I’ll only draw it out.”

She could barely breathe as it was, her attention wholly fixated on the cock that was too big for her to fully take into her mouth disappearing, with aching slowness, into her body. The stretch was expected, but the feeling that came alongside it was so much better. All she could do was moan and writhe, wanting him deeper, faster.

“Fuck, you look so good on my dick, honey.” He snapped her down onto him, sheathing himself, and they both cried out. She felt him twitch inside her.

Iris shoved her hands back into his hair and tipped forward, rocking into him as he started bucking beneath her. Her mouth fell open and sounds toppled from her throat that she had no control over as pleasure raced through her at unimaginable speed.

The chair started squeaking as Dante picked up a faster, more intense pace. His hands swept up her body, one tangling in her hair and pulling until he could capture her lips in a sloppy kiss. He shoved her bra out of the way with his other hand and palmed her breast roughly, thumb rolling over her nipple as he sucked on her tongue. He filled her again and her orgasm crashed into her.

Iris screamed before the kiss even broke, nearly tumbling off his lap as her back arched.

Dante pulled her forward, sealed his lips over her neglected breast, and continued moving inside her as the pleasure rolled through. His movements were relentless, and then he jerked, hands clamping onto her hips, and a strangled roar was dragged up from his chest. His body shuddered as he released inside her, filling her just as he’d promised.

Iris sagged against him, her heart thundering in her ears, her body aching and singing simultaneously. She felt like she’d just done something wild and reckless and utterly wonderful.

Then Dante stood, one hand sliding under her ass to hold her in place. Keeping himself inside her. He lowered after a couple of steps, then laid her down on her back, leaning over her until he was braced on his forearms and hovering above her. “You are so fucking glorious,” he murmured. The blue of his eyes was brighter with the way the subtle lighting hit them at this angle. “I don’t even want to pull out long enough to get naked. But I want to fuck you right, so I have to.” He pressed his lips to hers, slipped his tongue into her mouth, and sucked on her tongue. “Don’t you dare get up. I’ll strip you, too.”

She actually blushed. He was still inside her, yet the idea that he was so enamored or fascinated with her that he wanted to strip her himself—start to finish—was somehow embarrassing. But she didn’t argue, because she didn’t want to, and instead she reached up before he could lift off and let her fingers trail along his jaw. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

He caught her hand and ran his tongue along her palm, sliding it up between her fingers without breaking eye-contact. “Keep your eyes on me, Snapdragon.”

Her arm fell back to the floor, her lungs again desperate for air, as he proceeded to reach beneath her and unclasp her bra. That was peeled off and tossed away, and then he slid out of her, his fingers brushing down her sides in order to take hold of her panties. He groaned as he dragged them down her hips and they went flying over his shoulder. His chest heaved before he pushed back to his feet.

He needn’t have told her to watch him. There was no way she could have looked anywhere else. He was a specimen of a man, and watching him shed his clothes in rough motions somehow made him sexier. His shirt fluttered to the floor, he toed off his loafers one after the other, then the socks, and finally ripped away his pants and boxers. Iris had no clue where any of it went, other than off.

She had her lip between her teeth again as she watched him—tussled chocolate hair, strong jaw, chiseled muscles, twisting tattoo, and jutting cock—take a single step forward and lower back to his knees. She couldn’t look away as he lifted her right leg and pressed his lips to the inside of her ankle. “Dante,” she breathed as he began trailing his kisses up her leg.

He rumbled against her, continuing his path until his lips brushed her mound. Then he lifted himself and crawled up her body, pausing to catch each nipple in his mouth one at a time and tease the peaks with his tongue. When he was directly above her, his nose touching hers, he said, “I’m going to give you what you asked for now. You remember your safe words?”

Iris danced her fingers up his arms, letting them sink into the muscle at the back of his shoulders. “Yes. And I’ll use them if I need them.” She didn’t feel like she would, but it was best for them both if she didn’t fight the option.

He kissed her roughly before pulling back, taking her thighs in his hands, and raising her legs to his shoulders. He rubbed his dick along her folds before lining himself up again, and his chest expanded on an inhale. “Your sweet pussy belongs to me now,” he said. He thrust the full length inside her and she cried out, her back arching. “Say it.” He took hold of her hips, bent forward, and started moving. “Tell me you’re mine.” His cock slammed deep into her core. “Tell me no other man will ever fill this tight little cunt.”

Iris was panting, barely keeping up with his powerful movements, and still it felt like his words took command of her. “I’m yours,” she said on a gasp. “Yours, Dante. My pussy, my body, is yours!”

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