Page 8 of Bedding the Baby Daddy

Aurora started to chuckle but it ended on a moan when his tongue licked the swell of her breast, dipping under the lace of her bra.

The heat of her pussy was burning him, even through their clothing, and Dante couldn’t help but push upward.

Aurora moaned and her head fell back. Dante felt the tips of her hair tickle his knees. He couldn’t help himself, with her all laid out like that for him. He pushed up with his hips again, driving his hard cock against her.

“Never thought I’d fuck you in a car,” he murmured, anchoring his hands at her hips and thrusting up again. His fingers dug into her ass as he pressed her down onto himself. One of his thumbs tucked under the lace of her panties and inched toward her core.

“Where’d you think about it being?” Aurora asked breathlessly, lifting her head and eyeing him with those dark eyes.

“Everywhere. I hoped it would be in your office. Over your desk. You bent forward. One of your tight little skirts up around your waist. I wouldn’t even care about closing the fucking door.”

Aurora moaned and pressed her hips forward again. She liked that. Well, that was easy. He could do that all night long.

He slipped his whole hand into her underwear now, tracing circles on the smooth skin just above her pussy.

“I pictured fucking you in the back of the club where we ran into each other last year. Remember that? The dark room, flashing lights. You were wearing that snug little dress.” She nodded her head, showing she remembered. He plowed on. “That idiot bartender kept talking to you and I wanted to slam his head into the bar, pick you up and drag you into the bathroom. I would have put your hands on the sink and made you watch in the mirror while I fucked you.”

“Yes,” she moaned, arching her hips, obviously trying to get his fingers to slide home. He just kept tracing tantalizing circles.

“But one of my favorites is your house.”

“What?” her eyelids fluttered open just a little bit as she looked at him through a haze of lust.

“I’ve dreamed about fucking you at your house.”

“You’ve never been there.”

“But I can imagine it. I imagine knocking on your door. You’re wearing pajamas. I don’t ask. I just come in and pick you up. Slam the door and carry you back to your bedroom. Your room is clean and girly and smells like you. Everything smells like you. When I’m in your room I’m completely surrounded by you. Your bed has pink sheets. You got pink sheets, Aurora?”

She couldn’t answer, only moan, as she gripped his shoulders and worked her hips against him. His thumb, just briefly, teased her clit and she immediately tensed, raising up off him and letting her eyes roll back.

When he took his thumb away again she moaned in disappointment. But he leaned forward to speak right into her ear.

“I fuck you on those pink sheets. So many times that we pass out. The sheets smell like me when I leave so even when I’m gone, you’re surrounded by me.”

And then he slid a thick finger right into her.

“You’re wet. And tight.” Dante dropped his head to her shoulder and tightened his eyes closed. God. She might not be able to take him. There was a big size discrepancy here. But she pushed forward on his hand greedily.

Aurora was like a woman possessed and he’d never seen anything more beautiful, more arousing. Her soft fingers dexterously undid the buttons on his shirt, roughly untucking it from his pants. She groaned in frustration when she realized he wore an undershirt underneath. And then he changed the stroke of his fingers inside her and hit a spot that she apparently couldn’t multitask through.

Aurora leaned against the steering wheel, her eyes rolling back as one of her hands slammed onto the ceiling of the car and the other threaded into Dante’s hair.

Yes. Just yes. She was spread out on his lap, her breasts trapped and straining under her bra and Dante couldn’t stand it.

With his one free hand he tugged her bra down and her breasts popped free. He lost the breath right out of his lungs. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen.

“You’re fucking Aphrodite.”

And then there was no more time for words as he leaned forward and buried his face in her breasts. He suckled, tugged, licked and nipped. He couldn’t be stopped. He groaned against her soft, fragrant flesh and burned every second into his brain. Somewhere, dimly, he was aware that she was more than ruining him for red lace, she was ruining him for other women. But how could he dwell on that thought when she was grinding down on his fingers, when her wet channel was starting to tense, when her hands clawed at his shoulders.

He lifted his head from her breasts, wanting, knowing, that he had to watch her face when she came for him for the first time. There was no other option.

Her face was almost painfully beautiful. Blissful, straining, and so, so pleasured.

Dante worked her through the orgasm, one hand curling and petting her from the inside and one hand roughly handling her breasts.

Aurora vibrated, tensed, called out. Her body was a trembling live wire. And then she liquefied against him. She went lax and pliant, falling forward onto him and burying her face in the crook of his neck.

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