Page 104 of Devious Kingpin
“I don’t have any cuffs on me, Wildling,” he ground through clenched teeth. But even as he uttered those words, his hands found their way under my sweater. He pinched my nipple through the thin material of my bra and my head fell back.
“Are you wet for me?” he grunted as my hips rolled against his erection. The friction was so good, but not enough.
“Yes,” I admitted, nipping his throat. My hips rocked, my butt brushing his cock and each time a whimper vibrated in my throat. “I want—” What did I want?
“You want my cock?” he rumbled and a sharp sigh left my lips. It was exactly what I wanted. “How do you want my cock? In your pussy or your mouth?”
White-hot lust ignited through my veins like waves crashing against the shoreline.
“In my pussy,” I rasped, grinding my hips against his pelvis. He was hard, his length pushing eagerly against my entrance. Except our damn clothes were in the way.
His hands cupped my face and forced me to lock eyes with him. “Are you sure? This isn’t exactly the time or place.”
My need for him grew until it felt close to bursting. “Says who?”
His thumb brushed across my lips and down my chin. “I do. Our first time shouldn’t be a tumble in a car.”
His dick thought otherwise. He was so hard, I couldn’t resist grinding against it. He let out a grunt and a smug smile curved my mouth.
“Your cock disagrees,” I murmured, brushing my nose against his. “My pussy too.”
My cheeks heated at my words, but I refused to be embarrassed. I wanted him. He wanted me.
The buzz of the city was a distant noise. A soft melody came from the car speakers, although I couldn’t identify the song. The noise of the heater turned up, blowing hot air around us. All I could hear, feel, and smell was this man. My husband.
“Please, Dante,” I whined. “It’d make today perfect.”
It seemed it was all he needed to hear. “Get your clothes off,” he demanded, his voice full of gravel.
I didn’t hesitate. I fumbled and twisted, he helped as I got rid of the sweater, my shoes, then my jeans. I reached to unbuckle my bra but Dante’s hand came to mine.
“Leave that on,” he growled.
“But I want your mouth.”
His lips curved into a smile that made my insides clench. “You’ll have it, but there’s no fucking way you’ll be naked if someone passes by.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but he grasped me by the throat and swallowed my next breath in his mouth. He won, but so did I. The growl that vibrated in his chest told me his control was slipping.
His kiss was so intense that it sent fire blazing through my veins. My blood sizzled. My body tingled with so much need, I feared my orgasm would be imminent.
I brought my palms up to his chest, feeling his hard muscles underneath. As I clawed through his three-piece suit, he nipped at my bottom lip, then licked it, soothing the sharp sting with his tongue.
“Mine,” he hissed, his hands on my body. That first touch, first feel of his rough palms against my skin felt like a touch of fire against freezing cold skin. It burned, in the best way possible.
A moan traveled up my throat. The cold temperature turned into a balmy summer heat. At least in the small space of his car. His shirt unbuttoned, I scraped my nails down his chest, marveling at the strength I felt there.
He hissed against my lips, then slid his tongue inside my mouth. I ached so bad, I trembled. His palm slid over my hips and to the curve of my ass, pressing me harder against him. Between his gentle yet firm grasp on my throat and his palm pulling me into him, I was lost to this feeling.
My body melted against his. I ground my hot entrance onto his cloth-covered cock while needy sounds vibrated through me. The heat of his body was an addiction, and it had nothing to do with the cold outside. It stole my breath away.
His mouth found my nipple, biting it gently through the material of my bra. It sent a shiver down my spine as I pushed my breasts into him.
His hand left my throat and pushed up into my hair, grabbing a fistful and tilting my head back.
“Look at me, Juliette.” His voice was thick. Rough. Commanding.
I forced my eyelids open, meeting his dark gaze that once upon a time, I thought nightmares were made of. I was so fucking wrong. His gaze was heaven. Temptation. Salvation.
