Page 39 of Bedding the Baby Daddy

Dante’s mouth instantly dried up. He pulled the phone away from his ear. “Sweetheart,” he murmured, but she shook her head, pushed the phone back toward his ear and dropped her eyes to his belt.

She wanted him to keep the phone call going?

Aurora made quick work of his belt and the zipper of his pants. Within seconds she was holding his cock, huge and hot in her hand. She’d never gone down on him before but now she was looking at him as if she wanted to devour him whole.

“Sure, yeah. That makes sense,” Dante said into the phone, his voice tight.

Leaning forward, Aurora didn’t waste any more time. She held him steady in one hand and swallowed him down.

Dante widened his legs and planted his feet and did everything he could not to jam his cock down her throat. But she was not making it easy. He wasn’t prepared for the way her luscious lips looked closing around him. He wasn’t prepared for the alluring peek down her blouse she was giving him. He wasn’t prepared for the vicious little circles she was making with her tongue.

She was going to drive him insane. And, shit, she was going to make him come. But he wasn’t nearly ready for that.

* * *

God, he tasted good, Aurora thought. Clean and warm and salty. She didn’t think she would ever get enough of his flavor. She swirled her tongue around the head and took him deep again.

Dante’s hips pushed up, seemingly of their own accord, and he flexed involuntarily in her mouth. Aurora held back a feline smile. It wouldn’t do to be smug at a moment like this, but she could tell she was taking him apart, piece by piece.

“Fuck,” Dante bit out. “Ah. No. Never mind.”

He was still on the phone and the thought of it was so hot to Aurora that she was already completely soaked through her panties. His free hand threaded through her hair and Aurora was as aroused by the pressure he put on the back of her head as she was by the tender way his fingers stroked at her scalp. She sucked him off for several wondrous minutes as he grew more and more intense. At one point, he tightened his hold on her hair, tried to pull her off of him. She sucked him in harder, farther down her throat.

* * *

Dante grunted, his eyes crossing at the sensations ricocheting through his body. Gio spoke in his ear again and the sound of that fucker’s voice suddenly enraged Dante. He looked down at the top of Aurora’s gorgeous head.

Was she acting out some erotic scenario that she had dreamed about doing to Gio? Was this on her bucket list? Was she still trying to bang Gio out of her system? It was something he could have ignored if not for the fact that Gio was fucking talking in his ear at that very second.

It sent the blood screaming through his body and broke something deep inside Dante. Whatever leash he’d been using to hold himself back snapped. He pulled Aurora off of him and stood, dragging her to her feet.

Fuck this shit.

Dante nearly smashed his phone in his grip. With his free hand, he flipped Aurora around so that she was bent over his desk. He grabbed the hem of her skirt and hauled it up over her hips. The white lace of her thong glowed against her golden skin and Dante yanked it out of the way.

“Yes,” she moaned quietly, the heat of her breath fogging the glossy finish of his desk as she laid her cheek on it.

He didn’t think anymore. There were no thoughts. There was only instinct. There was only need.

With Gio’s voice still buzzing in his ear, Dante reared back and pressed himself fully into Aurora, stretching her to the extreme. He knew it was just on the edge of pain and pleasure for her by the way she flexed and stretched her hands on the edge of the desk.

Dante held himself still, letting her acclimate, and then he reached forward and placed his palm around her mouth, keeping her moans inside. He might be willing to secretly fuck her with Gio on the phone. But he sure as hell wasn’t willing to let Gio hear her pleasure. Hell no. That was for Dante and Dante alone.

He pulled back and then slammed back into her wetness. Aurora’s back arched, her legs trembled, and he felt her mouth open against his palm.

And just like that, he didn’t give a fuck about Gio anymore. He had his hands full of Aurora and the only thing he could do was share his passion with her. The only thing he could do was to love her the only way she would let him.

“I can’t fucking talk right now, Gio,” he snapped into the phone and pressed end on the call, tossing the device away. He froze for a second. Shit, he shouldn’t have said Gio’s name. He gave it away. What if it took her out of the moment? Or worse, what if she was thinking about Gio now.

He thrust himself forward, almost savagely, and Aurora tore her mouth from his hand. She turned her head and looked him full in the eye.

During sex she was usually hazy, her eyes blurry and unfocused, but here she was, staring right through him. It sent a white hot thrill through Dante. She couldn’t be thinking of someone else when she was looking him in the eye. She could only be thinking of him. Of what he was doing to her. Of the pleasure he was giving to her. No one else. Just her. He plunged into her with the ferocity and speed of an animal. He was lost in her heat, in the tight squeeze of her. He could have died happy right then.

He felt her tighten around him, watched her face tense and release with her pleasure as her fingertips gripped the edge of the desk.

He slipped his hand around to her front and worked her clit through her orgasm, prolonging it as much as he could. He could have sworn that she came twice.

But then her orgasm tugged his right out of him. He was rutting her, claiming her. He tangled his hand in her braid and her head came up off the desk as he tugged back. She was bowed for him, accepting everything he gave her, and he gave her everything. Every ounce of liquid pleasure was rung out of him as he rode her through it.

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