Page 20 of Velvet Sin
He responded with a growl, cutting me off and sending vibrations running through my pussy.It was all too much.I couldn’t take it anymore.
My hoarse cries filled the room, mixing with the pounding of blood in my ears and Dante’s growls.He lifted his head, dark eyes blazing and nearly black now.Wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, he stood and opened a drawer in his desk, pulling out a foil packet.
But before he unrolled it over the bulge straining against his zipper, he pulled me upright and unzipped my dress in one quick motion, peeling it away from my chest and taking my boobs in his hands.My back arched, pressing more of me into his palms, and he lowered his head to suck greedily at my nipples.
“Yes, just like that,” I whispered, running my hands through his hair.Then I slid them down, pulling off his suit jacket.He was wearing too much.I wasn’t satisfied, so I pulled his shirt from his waistband and worked my hands under it to touch his skin—so warm, smooth, the muscles working underneath, bunching and flexing with every move and harsh breath.When I scraped my nails over his back, he growled in response, teasing my sensitive flesh with his teeth before standing straight.
I watched, transfixed by the sight of him freeing his rigid cock from his slacks and boxer briefs.Fresh, aching need pooled in my belly, making me spread my legs wider, inviting him to take me.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he breathed out, staring down at me while unrolling the condom down his length.“Do you think it’s ready for me?Do you think it can take all this?”He held his thick cock in one hand and dragged the swollen head through my folds.
“Yes,” I said with a moan, propping myself on my elbows, feeling my heart in my throat as he lined himself up, slowly disappearing inside me.
“Oh fuck!”I cried out, my eyes closing, my pussy stretching to fit him.I forgot what this felt like, being stretched, filled, balancing on the thin line between pleasure and pain until there was nothing but pleasure.The pleasure of being taken to my limit and beyond, every inch of him massaging me from the inside, unleashing something in me I thought was dead and gone.The sort of screaming, greedy hunger that made me wrap my legs around his hips to pull him in deeper, harder, faster.
“This is what you need,” he told me, his teeth gritted, grunting each time our bodies slammed together.“Somebody who knows how to fuck you.Say it.”
When I didn’t say anything, he pulled out, and I whimpered.
“Say it,” he repeated.
“Yes!Yes, fuck me,” I begged, making him laugh before he slammed back inside me hard, fast, reminding me how it felt to be really, truly fucked.I’d forgotten how good it could be.How freeing.
“That’s right.”Every word from Dante’s lips made me jerk my hips harder.“Do you want to hate me?Fucking hate me.Give it to me now.Give it all to me, Lenny.”
He didn’t even care that I hated being called that, being reminded of how things used to be.The thought made me drag my nails down his back until he sucked in a pained breath, then pumped harder like he wanted to split me in two.
And I wanted that.
God, I needed it.
“Make me come,” I begged, looking him in the eye and almost coming from what I saw there.He was wild, untamed, exactly the Dante I used to know.He hadn’t changed.He had only put on a mask like the ones his employees wore.This was the Dante I knew, the one who used me for his pleasure.The only difference was that I also felt pleasure.So much that I almost wanted to stop.This was so far beyond what I was used to.
And maybe that was why I couldn’t, why I linked my ankles behind his ass and pulled him in, demanding more, chasing my orgasm while his sharp breaths turned to deep grunts that tickled my skin and reverberated in my ear when he leaned down, palms on the desk.
“Do you have one more in you?”he asked, leaning over me until his chest brushed my bouncing breasts and added to the symphony of sensations driving me out of my mind.“You think you can come on my cock tonight?You think your pretty pussy can handle it?”
His filthy words made me shudder, taking what already felt so damn good and upping the intensity until I was right on the edge, dangling over the abyss.It was always one of my favorite things, something I had missed so much in the years since.“Yes.Make me come for you,” I whispered, lying back, watching his reaction to the way my boobs bounced with every stroke.“Make me come all over you.”
With a wicked grin, he slid a hand between us and circled my clit with his thumb.My back arched, and a tidal wave of exquisite pleasure washed over me, dragging me under the surface.Everything was dark and quiet where there was nothing but total bliss and faint, deep grunts as Dante finished and followed me into the darkness.
By the time I came to, I was flat on my back, my legs still around his waist, my throat hoarse.I hadn’t felt so alive in as long as I could remember.
Or as scared.
This was a different kind of fear from that of realizing I would have nothing if I went through with the divorce.And yet, here I was—on the other side of it—finding my way through the aftermath.This job was another chance at a life of my own, and I might have thrown it away by blurring the lines.
This was never supposed to happen.
But who was I kidding?It was always going to as long as we were together, locked in a situation where sex was the name of the game, and it had been so long since I felt anywhere near as alive as I did with him.
“Congratulations,” he grunted out between gasps for air, his face pressed against my neck.“We have officially christened my office.”
All things considered, I shouldn’t have laughed.This was serious.We did exactly what I swore we wouldn’t.“I’m honored,” I told him.“As long as this isn’t a fireable offense.”
He lifted his head and looked me in the eye.There was confusion in those dark orbs, maybe disbelief.“Believe me.If there’s one thing I would never fire you for, it’s fucking your boss.Especially with a pussy this tight.”
My sinking heart told me I was hoping for a little more than that, which was exactly why I should’ve been glad I didn’t get more.I could not afford to get things twisted.We had sex.End of story.A little fun.Scorchingly, hot, mind-blowing fun.I’d gotten him out of my system.
