Page 113 of Neighbors With Benefits

We’re doing this in my office. My employees are on the other side of the door.That only made it hotter, doing this where I worked. The danger of maybe getting caught.

I grabbed a handful of his dark hair and held him against me as my pleasure rose. His fingers pumped inside me, faster and faster. One of his fingers, his pinky or ring finger, brushed against my ass with each thrust. I moaned louder as I imagined him taking things even further, sliding a finger into my tight back door while fucking my pussy, double-penetrating me with his skilled fingers…

That wasn’t a fantasy I’d ever had, but it was intense and real in that moment. It surprised me, and drove my ecstasy to new heights.

Then I was moaning, and crying out, and coming all over Dante’s face. I curled my toes so hard I almost gave myself a cramp and clung to the edge of the desk so tightly I thought the wood might snap.

Dante grinned up at me. “That happened almost as fast as the first time.”

“It usually takes longer,” I admitted. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“I do,” he agreed, pushing up and kissing me deeply on the lips, which tasted faintly of my scent. “But I’m not done with you yet.” He unzipped his pants.

“You’d better not be!” I said, immediately reaching through the open zipper. He wasn’t wearing underwear, a fact that both turned me onandmade it easy to find his stiff cock. I pulled it through the opening in his pants, thick and long and thick, so thick, did I mention how freakingthickit was? He wasn’t as long as Aiden or Bash, but his width gave me pause…

Dante grabbed my legs and spread them wide, the motion pushing my pencil skirt up around my waist even more. He lowered himself to my mouth for a quick kiss, tongue flicking against mine the way it had pressed against my clit.

He took hold of his cock like a saber and pressed it against my dripping-wet slit. The tip ground against my waiting lips, teasing me rather than giving me what I wanted. But then he pushed into me, giving me the weight of his entire body.

“Relax,” he whispered into my ear, deep and demanding. The words did the trick and I stopped tensing, and then…

…he slid right in.

The head was easy, but then he continued pushing until his wide shaft entered me, and entered me, andenteredme. It just kept going. The pressure against my inner walls was intense, but then Dante stared at me with his dark eyes and somehow I knew I could handle it. He sank deeper into me until he had nothing more to give, his cock filling me completely. It was like I had been living my entire life incomplete, and had only now been made whole.

We gasped and sighed and moaned together, savoring the feeling without moving.

“I could die happy right now,” he gritted out.

“You’d better not.”

I gripped his head with both hands and kissed him. The longer his cock was inside me, the more I wanted him. I didn’t just want to have sex with Dante: I wanted him tofuck me, to conquer me with his body until I was a puddle of a woman. I jammed my tongue into his mouth and moved my hips against him, urging him to move faster.

He needed no other hints. He pulled back slowly, half of him exiting me before sliding forward again. I was so wet that the motion feltincredible, even though he was bigger than I thought I could handle. He remained deep inside me again, moving his hips in a circle, before pulling back.

Dante fucked me like that, slowly at first but picking up steam. With every new thrust he pulled back farther, until finally he was slamming the full heft of his hard length into me again and again. Each pump was an explosion of pleasure, more than I had ever had and more than I could stand at the same time, electrifying all my nerves and forcing a wail of pleasure from my lips.

Everything was a blur as Dante crashed into me with his entire body. The desk scratched against the floor, but neither of us cared. The only thing that mattered was the way we were joined together, and the mindless drive of our bodies.

“Jasmin,” he moaned, hand cupping the side of my face. “I can’t… Oh God Jasmin…”

“Come for me,” I begged as my pleasure crested. “Come for me Dante, please, fuck me and come for me, deep inside me…”

“Ohh Jasmin!”

His hand slid around the back of my head and gripped a handful of hair, tightening as we came together. His face twisted with pleasure so intense it almost looked like pain, and the sight of it drove me over the edge into my own frenzied, frantic, explosion of ecstasy. I grabbed his ass with both hands and held him against me as his cock shuddered and trembled. Our gazes collided, locked together in mutual bliss, as he filled me to the brim with every ounce of his seed.

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Dante’s chest heaved as he remained inside of me. A bead of sweat ran down his temple, and I reached out and thumbed it away before it could disappear into his beard.

“That,” I said, “makes up for the way you stood me up last night.”

“Stood you up?” he grunted. “I made you come.”

“Like I said, I wanted more.” I clenched my inner muscles around his cock. “I wantedthis.”

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