Page 66 of Second Chance Daddy
“Dante,” she whimpers as I circle her clit with the other, teasing, not giving her what she needs. “Please.”
“Tell me what you’re hiding,” I murmur against her breast.
Her body clenches around me, back arching. “I can’t.”
“Well, if you can’t, Cass…” My voice is wrecked, my fingers bruising her hips as I flip her over, pinning her beneath me, my body heavy, relentless.
I drive into her, watching the way her head tips back, her lips part, her hands scrambling up my chest.
Together, we burn.
I pound into her relentlessly, the bedframe slamming against the wall with each brutal thrust. Her nails dig into my shoulders, her breath coming in ragged gasps as I fill her completely, stretching her, punishing her for the secrets she keeps.
“Is this what you want, Cass?” I growl, my hips snapping against hers, driving deeper, harder. “You want me to fuck the truth out of you?”
Her eyes are wild, her hair a tangled mess against the pillow. She looks like a woman on the edge of pleasure, of pain, of confession. Her body takes everything I give.
“Dante,” she cries out, her voice breaking as I hit a spot deep inside her that makes her whole body shudder. “Please...”
“Please, what, Cassie?” I demand, not letting up, not letting up.
She doesn’t answer, just bucks against my hips, chasing the pleasure I’m barely giving her.
“Jesus Christ,” I growl when I feel her begin to flutter around me, hands flying to her hips, gripping hard enough to bruise.
I watch, mesmerized, as she takes her pleasure from me. Her head falls back, hair a wild tangle down her spine, lips parted on soft mewls and moans. She’s fucking glorious like this.
“You’re mine,” I growl, angling my cock deeper. “You’ve always been mine.”
I push her legs higher, opening her wider, driving into her with rapid force.
“Look at me,” I demand, one hand sliding up to cup her face, forcing her eyes to mine. “I want to see you when you come.”
She does, those hazel-green eyes locking onto mine. I pound into her, hard, relentless, watching every flicker of emotion cross her face.
“Dante,” she gasps, nails raking down my back, leaving fire in their wake. “I’m close. I’m so close.”
“Come on then, angel,” I order, grinding my pubic bone against her clit with each thrust. “Let go.”
The tension coils tighter. In both her and me. I feel the fire in me stoke, ready to volcano the hell up, and as for her? God, she’s nearly screaming now, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her breathing so damn fast I wonder if she’s getting any oxygen in her.
And then? I feel it.
The earthshattering quake of her body.
She convulses, inner muscles clamping down on my cock with a pressure that drags me right over the edge with her.
I bury myself to the hilt, emptying into her with a groan that tears from somewhere ancient within. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, leaving me shaking, collapsed on top of her, face buried in her neck.
When it’s over, I stay right there—my hand brushing her cheek, her heart pounding against mine.
“If she’s mine,” I whisper, “you owe me everything.”
Her eyes widen, breath catching.
“And if she’s not?” I lean closer, my lips grazing hers, fierce and unshakable. “I’ll still protect her like she is.”
Cassie’s chest rises against mine. I watch her and see that look. Like she’s two minutes from bolting. And I know her. I know that look.
