Page 111 of Devious Kingpin
My face pressed against the pillow and a heavy arm hung around me, the images from that night flashing through my mind. The boy. His smile. Those eyes. I stared at the darkness around me, remembering the boy who saved me. He smelled like forest and rain. And when he smiled, something in his eyes lit up. Warm and comforting. Like home. Or belonging.
It reminded me of—
“Go back to sleep, Wildling,” my husband rumbled against my head, spooning me. The dream dissipated into a distant memory the moment his teeth grazed over my neck, nipping on my skin, before sucking harshly.
I inhaled deeply, letting his scent into my lungs. It was so familiar from the moment I met him. My memory nudged at my sleepy brain, but the moment his hard erection pressed against my ass, it was game over.
Pleasure shot through me. Hot and needy. The memory forgotten, I said the first thing that came to my mind.
“Then why are you turning me on,” I moaned as his hands roamed over my body. He pushed the straps of my silky pajama top off my shoulders and cool air brushed against my heated skin.
I rolled my ass back against his hard length. His groan sounded in his chest and he grabbed my hip, grinding me harder against him. Heat drifted between us. Need drifted south, throbbing between my legs.
The rustle of sheets and Dante turned me in his arms, then rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. It’d become our go-to position. He didn’t trust my panic not to kick in.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. “I want you on top of me.”
He watched me through his half-lidded eyes. Possessive darkness lurked there.
For me.
He must have seen something in my gaze that assured him of my request. In one swift move, he flipped me so that I lay under him. His gaze traveled over my exposed breasts and a soft growl escaped his lips as he took one nipple into his mouth.
His teeth grazed against the sensitive peaks, sucking steadily while one hand traveled further south and slipped into my pajama bottoms. His middle finger brushed over my clit and a moan slipped through my lips.
“Dante.”
A satisfied growl vibrated through his chest.
His fingers moved down from my clit and slipped inside me. I gasped, arching my back. His lips brushed against my ear and whispered, “I love my name on your lips.” His fingers moved in and out of me, while his teeth bit down on my earlobe. “You’ll scream it, Wildling.”
I frantically nodded my head in agreement. I’d do anything. As long as he kept doing this. His fingers pumped in and out of me ruthlessly, drawing whimpers and moans from my throat. My silky top slid down my body, bundled up around my waist.
Dante’s mouth left my earlobe, then traveled down my neck, over my breasts and stomach until it came between my thighs. His fingers wrapped around my top and pajama bottoms, then dragged them down my legs.
His eyes glimmered like black skies as he stared at my sprawled body, my parted legs.
“Look at that glistening pussy,” Dante grunted. “Are you hungry for my mouth or my cock?”
“Both,” I whimpered.
Parting my legs wider, he hooked them over his shoulders and latched on to my sex. I moaned into the pillow, my hips bucking at the sensation as he dragged his tongue over my folds.
Dante’s tongue circled around my clit, over and over again, and I arched my back, grinding against his mouth.
“Please,” I moaned, rolling my hips, needing his mouth on my clit.
He chuckled darkly. “Here?” he taunted softly, nipping softly at my clit.
“Yes!” I cried out, my pussy throbbing. His fingers, still deep inside me, stroked my G-spot, while his tongue laved at me. I thrust my hips up, grinding against his face. Dante flicked his tongue over my clit hard, over and over again.
“Dante… Dante… oh, God.” My cries became screams. My moans louder and louder.
My hips bucked under his expert tongue. My muscles clenched around his fingers. The orgasm exploded through me, violent like a category-five hurricane.
As my body shuddered under his assault, Dante showered me with praise. “Good girl,” he murmured, kissing the inside of my thighs. “Such a good girl.”
I was throbbing. Pleasure just wracked my body and I was already greedy for more. As he came to rest his forearms by my head, his cock brushed against my throbbing pussy.
