Page 22 of Bedding the Baby Daddy

He dug into the back pocket of his pants and started to tear it open when she ripped it from his hands, started to do it herself. As she slid the condom down his length, Dante had to grit his teeth and grip the carpet with his hands. It was just too good.

And then she was bracing her hands on his shoulders, raising up over him, poised to take him.

“Aurora, sweetheart, let me—” He reached one hand toward her core, knowing that, small as she was, she was going to have to be extremely ready to be able to take him. He wanted to help her get there. He wanted her to come on his hand, on his mouth. He wanted to make her come a hundred times before he took her. They had all night.

Apparently, she didn’t think so, because she slapped his hand away, hooked her panties to the side and sank down on him in one swoop, taking him all the way down to the base.

“Fuck,” Dante groaned, his head lifting involuntarily and then rapping back into the floor. Holy god. How the fuck had she been that ready with zero foreplay? But here he was, buried inside her less than thirty seconds after she walked through his door. Dante was not going to waste the opportunity.

His hands found her hips and he gripped her for a second before sliding them up to her gorgeous breasts. He filled his hands with her while Aurora started to ride him. There was no lead up, no finding of her rhythm. She just started riding him hard and kept riding him hard. Her strokes were some addictive cross between vicious and gentle and Dante was losing his mind.

Her eyes were slammed closed, as tight as her fingers, which were digging into his shoulders. Her hair spilled everywhere, tickling his chest, grazing his neck and it gave Dante the insane feeling that she was inching her way inside him as much as he was her.

He planted his feet and started to meet her strokes, taking it to the next level. The slap of skin on skin filled the entryway and Aurora began to moan in earnest now. He could feel her body start to tense and he watched her in amazement. God, she was so responsive. She leaned down even more, ground her clit against him with each stroke. Dante had to look away from the sight of her taking him, lest he blow way too soon.

She was close. So close, he could feel it. He wanted to take her there. He was just bringing his hand to her clit when she lowered her chest to his, blocking the angle. She ground herself against him in every way, every inch of her body smashing, pinning, possessing him.

He was seeing stars and didn’t know how much longer he could possibly hold on through the most exquisite torture of his life. But then she reared up the slightest bit, just enough to plant her plush, soft mouth right on his.

And oh god, he wasn’t ready. He had no idea a kiss could be like that. She was swallowing him whole. Every single inch of his body was on fire and her mouth on his was a cool, floral balm. Her warm tongue slipped into his mouth, tentative, sweet, searching. Dante lost his shit.

His arms clamped around her back, cementing her to him as he fucked her hard from the bottom. His mouth opened and his tongue met hers, devouring her. Her flavor exploded through him. The best thing he’d ever tasted in his life. Given he’d tasted her pussy, that was really saying something. He sucked her tongue into his mouth as she moaned, hard and fierce.

Her body clamped down on his over and over again. He swallowed her moans, took them inside of him where they could never escape. Every inch of her was clamping him, down to her hands on the sides of his face. She came so hard and so long that Dante couldn’t wait for her to finish. He clenched his eyes closed, his hands made fists on her back, and he poured himself into the condom. For the first time in his life, he cursed the barrier between him and a woman.

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Aurora opened her eyes and slowly realized her hair had completely covered her face. Dante breathed hard underneath her and soon that breath turned into a dark, rumbling chuckle.

“Holy shit. I think you killed me.” He reached down behind her bottom to hold the base of the condom as he pulled out of her.

Aurora used the last of her strength to sit up, still straddling him. She tossed her hair back behind her. “I think I killed both of us.” She planted a hand on her wildly beating heart and couldn’t help but chuckle a little along with him.

“Feeling a little pent up there, gorgeous?” he asked as he climbed to his feet, tied up the condom, and tossed it into the adjacent bathroom trash. Hands on hips, he turned to look at her in all his magnificent glory.

She admired him for a moment before stretching luxuriously. “Just a tad,” she said.

She moved to get up, but before she could, he bent down, lifted her up, and carried her into the kitchen where he set her down naked on his granite countertop. The coolness made her hiss, and he smiled. “Now that’s a beautiful sight. Hungry after all?”

She swallowed hard, then nodded, grateful he wasn’t going to make her talk about what had just happened. They didn’t need to talk about all the reasons she’d acted so aggressively just then. All he needed to know was that she’d wanted to have sex, and they had.

Simple as that.

Only as she sat there in her bra and panties, she knew she was kidding herself.

She knew from the moment she’d met him, nothing with Dante had been simple, and that was especially true now.

With apparent reluctance, Dante slowly stepped back, then crossed to the other side of the kitchen and the food he had set out. “I’ve got Indian for dinner and then some ice cream if you want dessert. I remembered you like Indian food because—” He turned around to face her and completely froze.

“What is it?” she asked when he remained silent.

“Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you look. In my kitchen. On my counter. In those two little scraps of lingerie, your hair messy and shiny, your eyes bright and big, and your lips red and smudged and plump.”

She blinked, feeling drugged. “Do you have any fucking idea how gorgeous you look? In your kitchen? Almost naked. Your hair messy. Your blue eyes brilliant and dazzling. Your lips red and your body… your body…”

His eyes dead set on her lips, Dante crossed back over the kitchen like a lion stalking prey.

“You let me kiss you just now,” he said, his voice almost a whisper.

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