Page 16 of Dating the Don

I smirk devilishly. Her eyes widen for a moment. “What are you… Cris…”

I pull away from her just long enough to flip her onto her stomach. My hands grip her hips and lift her ass into the air and pull her panties down to rest around her knees. I could take them off, but I like the way that her mobility is limited. Her chest and face press into the mattress and I delve between her thighs. Licking her soundly, collecting all of the delicious nectar on my tongue. I delve inside of her, savoring the moans and motions of her body as I learn what she does and doesn't like the best.

I want to own her inside and out. The need to brand her body with my particular sort of pleasure isn’t one I can deny. I have to take my time, even if I’m hard as steel. Even then, I’m not certain I can dedicate the proper time to worship her as I should for our first time together.

But nothing says that I can’t capitalize on other rounds after this first one.

“Do you have any idea how sweet you taste, my darling Maeve?” I speak into her skin. “So wet for me.” I slide two fingers around her entrance, teasing and collecting her juices on my fingers reverently before pushing inside of her slowly. She bites down on her bottom lip like she’s holding herself back. That’s the very last thing that I want. I want her to come undone for me in every sense of the word. I want every noise that I can wrest from her. “That’s it, louder. You want it, don’t you?”

Somehow, the taunting makes her seem to come alive.

She grips my fingers so tightly, my eyes damn near cross. Her ass twerks back against my hand, smothering me with her perfect, soft skin.

“Is that it?” I taunt, suckling the swollen flesh into my mouth and giving it a little brushing with my teeth as my tongue circles her clit from behind. I don’t think I can take much more. Before I eventually take her, I wanted her to be a puddle, spent from orgasms, but I can't help myself. My fingers pulsate inside her as I lift her up and slip in a third. Tightly gripping her hair, Iraise her back up, causing her to moan. My lips brush against the shell of her ear. “You like that, Maeve? You want me to have my way with you?”

“Yes,” she answers as her hands find her breasts, kneading into the skin.

Fuck, she’s so fucking perfect. Does she have any idea what she does to me?

“Beg for it. Beg for my cock,” I demand as she rolls her nipples between her fingers. Her cheeks are the prettiest dusty rose color as she fights against her pride. Which will win? I’m placing my bet on her lust. Of course, her lust will win, I would expect nothing less from her.

“Please… Cris…”

“Yes?”

“Your cock… I want… please…”

I could bust in my damned pants. Maybe that’s why it’s so easy to slip free from them and line myself up with her fore, the tip just barely replacing my fingers. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes! Fuck me. Please.”

“Since you ask so nicely,” I taunt, just as I ease inside of her. Slowly. Inch by inch so that I know she feels it. Then, using my leverage in her hair, I push her face right back down into the mattress as I fill her. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything quite as incredible as being inside of her. I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from crying out. It takes a minute to reclaim my sanity. I swear I lose part of myself just being inside of her like this, a piece of me that’s always going to belong to her from this day forward.

I have to hold my breath as I start moving again. Her moans of pleasure turn louder as we find a pace together. Her pushing that perfect ass back up into me as I shift my grip to her hips.

“More?” I ask, desperately hoping that she will say yes.

“Yes, please. Fuck!”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice, her moans cut off with every punctuated thrust as I bury myself into her, losing myself, the slap of skin on skin.

“There! Right there! Fuck! Fuck!”

Nothing can stop me. Not when she’s so close. I can feel it as she tightens around me anddamnif I don’t near lose my whole soul. I could have had the house falling down around me and I don’t think I would have noticed. She could have asked me foranythingand I would have happily surrendered it and more to her.

She climaxes with a scream that clips short as she stops breathing, her tiny fists balled up into the sheets as she shudders, muscles spasms and twitches and I don’t stop, pushing her through the orgasm even as the tremors in her body leave me no choice but to cum with her. My grip on her hips tightens, pulling the skin and leaving marks that tomorrow morning I might feel badly about as I fill her. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life.

She’s going to be the death of me and I can’t think of anything sweeter.

CHAPTER NINE

MAEVE

The Next Day

“Please, stop looking at me like that,” I ask as I thumb through racks of overly expensive clothes. I have no intention of actually purchasing anything. Not in a place like this. I don’t think Ada really wants to either. She prefers to wear only unreleased designs. Which is simple for her because she’s been a sample-size model her whole life. One of the most impressive runway careers that I’ve ever witnessed. Our talents have always gone hand in hand. She brings me home all of the stuff that they let her keep and I turn them into one-of-a-kind designs.

When Ada does choose to shop in stores, it’s couture or nothing.

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