Page 72 of The Syndicater (Dark Verse 6)

Chapter 24

Amara, Tenebrae City

Amara had read thatfinding the time and the urge for sex was a little difficult in the first year of parenthood. Thankfully, it was not a problem she and her husband had. From the moment the doctor had given her the green light, she had been on her, in her, around her more than not.

“Lift your knee,” Dante commanded her, his voice so fucking rough it sent a shiver down her spine, his dark eyes so hot on hers it was a miracle she had not combusted then and there on the study floor. The very study floor he was currently kneeling on.

The gold silk dress she'd worn to the party was next to the locked door, possibly ripped, along with his clothes, which had finally come off after teasing and testing each other throughout the party. His lips had been at her ears all night, appearing to the guests to be sweet nothings into the ears of his wife, while he'd been whispering all the dirty things he would be doing to her andforcing her to keep a straight face. It had been rough trying to be a perfect hostess with drenched panties.

Amara lifted her knee to the edge of the desk and bent down over it. It was ironic to her that Lorenzo Maroni had cursed her in this same office over the same desk that she now owned, and her husband worshipped her over it.

And looking behind her, seeing him stroking himself, large and hard, she felt another gush of wetness. Amara licked her lips, knowing it had been a very good idea to abstain from sex for a few days. She knew it had driven him mad, but boy, was she reaping the benefits now.It hadn't been intentional on their part, but it had just been an extra busy few days. Dante bent forward, covering her back, his lips at her ear again.

"My mouth or my cock?"

God, she loved how dirty he talked to her in private. The world knew Dante Maroni as a polished, perfect gentleman, and he was, but he was also a dirty, sexy man and he let the full scope of that out when he was with her.

A hard choice to make, Amara grinned. "Both."

"Dirty girl," he growled in her ear, pressing a soft kiss to it.

The next thing she knew, Dante lifted her leg higher, exposing her obscenely to the room and his gaze, and licked a stripe with his tongue over her pussy.

A small lick. Amara bit her lip. Another. She mewled. Another. Her chest heaved. Another. Her eyes closed.

His thumbs rubbed hard circles over her inner thighs, each little circle wounding her up tighter and tighter, and she barely kept her eyes open. Dante alternated, taking his time, and deliberately, slowly, took her skin between his teeth and gently bit on it. A long moan escaped her unbidden, her nerves making her entire body even more erogenous than it already was.

Slowly, planting bites and kisses over her thighs, Dante trailed his lips to her wet core, opening her lips to his hot gaze and just looking into her eyes, spiking her desire even higher.

Amara felt her eyes roll back, her juices gushing out as she gripped the edge of the desk. Dante's mouth, that mouth that should be categorized as a weapon, unleashed on her, eating her out with skill and desire that she could feel in every lick, every thrust, every roll of his tongue. He took her clit in her mouth, sucking on it and her knees buckled in response, going weak and she grabbed his hair, her own falling down her back.

The moment she grabbed his hair, Dante dived in, making her cry out, his tongue plunging inside her, tasting her, feasting on her like a man quenching his thirst, and she plunged her fingers into his hair deeper for purchase, her head tilting back and body humming loudly with the pleasure shooting out from her center, fanning out over her limbs, her arm stretched back to keep a hold.

This was one of the special times Dante was eating her out over the desk. He had a billion times in every other place she could think of, but somehow, the desk was reserved for special occasions when he liked to say a mental 'fuck you'to his father.

“Dante,” she whimpered, her body rising higher and higher, her pussy slippery against him. His hands tightened on her hips, keeping her upright with his sheer strength that only aroused her more. Holy gods of sex, the man was hot when he did stuff like that.

The noises filling the study were acute, filling her with even more profound desire as she started shaking, almost at the edge, his tongue flicking continuously around her clit and plunging inside her and back again, the smell of her arousal stark in the space. Just as she felt her limbs turn languid and her body strain, he pulled back.

Amara waited a second to see if he would do something else, but Dante just kneeled behind her, her leg held up by one large hand. She looked back, and he smirked at her. Her frustration made her snap a sharp “What?” at him.

"It's the first birthday of the baby I told my father I was going to put inside you," he told her, grinning. Ah, that was the special desk occasion. She giggled, feeling like the young girl with a big crush.

He dove back in, this time with so much more aggression she peaked quickly.

"I won't last," she warned him, feeling the beginnings of the familiar heat in her lower abdomen, one that spread to her breasts and neck and up to her face, flushing her cheeks.

"Come on my mouth," he ordered, going at ithard.

And within seconds, with a tight grip of her fingers in his hair, Amara came, her body shaking with the ferocity of the fever in her blood. She went limp over the desk, breathing hard, and felt him stand up.

Before she could catch her breath properly, he was carrying her with an arm around her stomach, right over her pregnancy scars and stretch marks, across the room.

He sat down on the couch, the one they always sat on when their friends came over. He took a hold of her hips and, before she could even balance herself, impaled her on his length.

Amara screamed, her voice raspy, trying to find something to hold, but nothing came to her. Her legs dangled over his, and she leaned back, her back to his chest, trying to find purchase with one arm on the back of the couch. Dante stayed still inside her while she adjusted, his hands on her hips that had gotten wider since the pregnancy. Putting her leg down so her toes touched the floor, Amara finally felt like she could take a pounding he was in the mood to mete out.

Her breath whooshed out as he took her lobe in his mouth, tugging on it with his teeth. Her body, already on the verge of an orgasm, swung wildly out of her control, the fullness inside her gnawing, needing him to move already.

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