Page 9 of Bedding the Baby Daddy

He couldn’t help but put his free arm around her, hold her close. He stroked a strong, sure circle over her smooth back and tried desperately to remember how to speak English.

He would buckle her back in and drive her to his house. He could wait until then. He wasn’t an animal.

And then her tongue snuck out of her mouth and tasted him again. The hollow at the bottom of his throat. He’d thought she’d be sated, tired, needing a moment to rest. But suddenly she reared back over him and was scrambling for the button on his pants. Her breath was panting, her mouth slack with desire. Her eyes were dark with lust. For him.

He didn’t waste time. Lifting his hips, he helped her unbutton his pants and shove them down. His cock sprang free and Aurora’s eyes went wide.

“You—you weren’t kidding.” Her voice was breathy and tinged with something he couldn’t quite read.

“About what?” He could barely add two and two right now.

Her eyes slid up from his cock and then back down. “About the ten inches.”

“Oh,” Dante grinned. “No. I wasn’t.” He traced a hand up her back and down. “We’ll go slow, sweetheart.”

Her body was tensing again, even though they were barely touching. She panted and lifted her hips towards him. “I don’t think I can.”

She was worried about their size difference. He could understand that. She wouldn’t be the first woman who’d looked at what he was packing and felt nervous. He laced his fingers through her hair. Leaning forward, he kissed along her neck, wishing she’d let him kiss that pretty mouth. Even if the words were killing him, he ground them out. “We don’t have to fuck, baby. There’s plenty of other things we can do if you’re worried you can’t take it.”

“No,” she pulled away from him, a fierce look on her gorgeous face. “No, I meant I don’t think I can go slow.”

She pulled that juicy lip between her teeth and rocked against him. He blinked twice, absorbing her words, before he flipped up the center console, grabbed a condom and sheathed himself.

Aurora breathlessly smiled. “Someone’s eager.”

“Been waiting four years,” he growled, sliding her panties down her legs. He helped her out of them, jamming them in the pocket of his pants, and then settled her back on his lap.

Dante swiped a thumb through her heat and couldn’t resist sucking her sweetness right off. Sparks flew in his vision as he finally tasted her. He cursed himself that he couldn’t have waited until he got her in a bed, because there wasn’t enough room in this car to go down on her. But all thoughts of regret disappeared as she lowered herself down on him, the head of his cock sliding into her.

She paused, barely able to take more than an inch. She made a greedy, desperate noise as she tried to sink further, but couldn’t.

Immediately, Dante’s thumb was on her clit while his other hand went to the back of her neck, drawing her forward. He held his hips completely still while he stroked her and nestled his lips right in her ear.

“That’s a good girl. Just like that,” he coaxed her. She moaned and pushed her clit forward into his touch and the movement had her taking another inch. “Just work yourself down, little by little, you gorgeous fucking goddess. Good girl.”

She moaned again and he could feel her wetness dripping from her all the way down him. He struggled to remain still, refusing to thrust upward until she was ready, but it might have been the hardest thing he’d ever done. Dante gritted his teeth and continued whispering dirty sweet words in her ear. Aurora worked herself down, taking him inch by tortuous inch.

And then she was fully seated on him. She’d taken his entire length. Dante hoped that someday he’d get his vision back. But right now, all he could do was feel. Grit his teeth against the painful, delirious tidal wave of pleasure that was her pussy. She squeezed him like a fist.

A small noise from the back of her throat had his eyes fluttering open and what he saw there stunned him. He’d never seen a sexier expression on a woman’s face before. She licked at her bottom lip and Dante couldn’t help but thrust his hips up.

He was already as deep as he could possibly go but the added pressure had her head dropping back.

“Oh god,” she whispered as she rose up on her knees, almost all the way up off of him, before she pushed back down and swallowed him whole.

“Fuck,” he growled. If she did that again, the show was going to be over way too soon. Gripping her lush hips in both hands, Dante lifted her up and slammed her back down. He set a grueling pace. Hard and smooth and everything he’d wanted for years.

Her scent filled the car and Dante’s choppy breaths tried to draw it all in. He wanted her to fill his lungs. He could still taste her on his tongue and that was the only thing that was keeping him from jamming his tongue down her throat.

He bounced her on top of him as she moaned and tightened. She allowed him to guide the pace but her hips moved of their own accord. Her movements were sinuous and harsh at the same time. God, she really was a goddess. Made to be worshipped and pleasured.

“I’m going to—” She gasped. “I’m going to—”

“That’s right,” he growled. “Give it up, gorgeous. Give it to me. All over me.”

Her eyes dropped to his as her body started seizing again. A helpless gasp left her lips as he speared up into her, his body drawn to hers as if by magnet. Unable to help himself, Dante leaned up into her, and quick as lightning, drew her bottom lip between his teeth.

It wasn’t quite kissing. For a moment, he thought she might pull away. But then her orgasm crested through her, tightening her pussy around his shaft and her fingers at his shoulders. He sucked that lip into his mouth as she screamed her release.

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