Page 94 of Devious Kingpin
It should have alarmed me but it didn’t. After all, no other man had ever offered to cuff himself for me.
He slid his sweatpants down firm thighs, leaving him standing in only black boxers. Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I waited with anticipation for his boxers to go. By the time he removed them, I quivered with need.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
His cock was hard and thick, ready for me.
Arousal shot through me and my thighs clenched with anticipation.
“You still good with me taking a bath with you?” I couldn’t answer, my eyes locked on his massive length. “I could grab the cuffs,” he offered.
A choked laugh escaped me trying to envision that scenario. His cock twitched as if that little member liked the sound of my voice. It was the most ridiculous thought.
“Yes?”
I nodded, and when he went to move and I realized he thought I meant the cuffs, I quickly stopped him, saying, “Forget the cuffs.”
My voice was breathless. Raspy.
I lifted my eyes up his body, locking with his twin pools of desire to ensure he knew I meant it. I shifted in the large tub so he’d have room to join me. Dante smiled and something in his dark gaze lit up. Lethally. Possessively.
“Any neutral zones in the tub I need to know about?” he asked, semi-seriously.
“No.”
“That was so the answer I was going for,” he drawled, his smile promising something deliciously naughty.
He joined me in the tub, his big body taking most of the space.
“Come here.” He reached his hand to help me into the tub and settle me, then placed it around my waist to pull me into him. His arms were taut, steady, and strong around me as he lifted me and brought me to sit between his legs.
My back to his chest, his muscular legs spread on each side of me, it felt like a warm cocoon. His strong fingers came to my shoulders and rubbed long circles with tenderness. A sigh left my lips and my eyelids fluttered shut as I settled deeper into him.
“Your shoulders are tense.”
My muscles loosened with every passing second and his touch was so soothing that I leaned forward, giving him better access to my back.
“That feels good,” I admitted. “You definitely know how to use those expert fingers.”
His dark chuckle filled the space. “Happy to be of service.”
Every inch of my body was alight with a buzz that refused to go away. It heightened higher and higher, building in pressure. I leaned back, wanting his closeness. His warmth.
“Should I go lower?” Dante’s voice was in my ear, his mouth brushing against my earlobe.
My legs opened of their own accord, although it wasn’t what he was asking. I needed to feel his fingers on my sensitive core, to ease this throbbing.
“Yes, please,” I breathed, rubbing my legs against his muscular inner thighs. I wanted to touch him. I needed him to touch me.
Dante’s fingers seemed to be everywhere all at once as he inched lower, over my breasts, brushing over my nipple, pinching it until it was taut, then rolling it between his thumb and index finger. My moan echoed in the silence of the bathroom, vibrating against the tiled walls.
My head fell back against his shoulder.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered in my ear, continuing his assault on my nipple. “I love seeing pleasure on your face.” My core throbbed. My thighs were shaking. A burning sensation traveled through my veins. “I love seeing happiness on your face too.”
Something about his admission had my chest swelling with some fluttering feelings. I had never craved anyone but this man. It felt good giving in to this need. I just hoped it wouldn’t steer me wrong.
My hand lowered into the bathwater, inching closer to my sex. I needed to come. So desperately. My fingers brushed against my clit and another moan filled the air. Whimpering. Needy.
