Page 61 of Unorthodox
“Almost there,” he whispers, and he sounds nearly…amused. Cocky. He’s fucking cocky. For a split second I wonder if he gets it from his boss, but I push that thought aside. He’s nothing like Max.
Don’t think about him.
When Dante is all the way in, his hips meeting mine, I whimper, gasping on his name again, and he kisses me, wet, sloppy.Passionate.
He starts to fuck me, a sense of fullness making my legs tremble.
He sucks my lip between his teeth as he pulls back slightly to look at me, moving at a slow pace. “You’re incredible,” he says softly, almost reverently as he brushes a lock of hair from my brow. He dives his head toward my neck, gently sucking on my skin as I arch by back, meeting his thrusts.
“Fuck, Addison,”he groans against my skin as I clench my walls tighter around him. My mind still races, though, wondering if he really enjoys it. Wondering why he’s not cruel. Why he isn’t hurting me or hitting me or making my skin crawl.
It’s almost hard to enjoy it this way, with him being so gentle. I’ve spent so long thinking I deserve the pain, this is…almost hard to take.
“You’re perfect,” he says abruptly, picking his head up from my shoulder, almost as if he read my mind. His green-brown eyes search mine as he moves faster, one hand shoving my sports bra up to my throat.
“I want this off,” he says, slowing his pace. I wrap my legs around him, not willing to let him go to undress me. He smiles as I pry my hands off of his broad back, lift my arms so he can pull my shirt off, tossing it to the floor.
Then my bra.
But he doesn’t pull that off.
He only gets my arms out, and when it’s around my neck, he pulls tight, clenching the fabric in one fist, choking me. My first instinct is to grab at it, but his eyes are warm as he whispers, “It’s okay. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop, okay?”
I swallow down the lump in my throat, try to ease my racing heart as I nod.This will help me like it.
He presses his brow to mine, fucking me faster, pulling the bra tighter around my neck. I can breathe, but just barely.
“Do you want me to stop, Addison?” he teases me, his words against my mouth.
It’s a strange sensation, having my airway restricted like this, but it makes me all the wetter. With every thrust into me, we can both hear it, too, just how much Idon’twant him to stop. How much the pain helps me get off.
I shake my head, my hands back on his shoulders, letting him choke me.
He kisses me again, roughly, with teeth. Then, all at once, he pulls out, letting the bra go, trailing his calloused palms down my body, until his head is level with my pussy.
His hands come to my inner thighs, spreading me wide as he keeps his eyes on mine.
I feel exposed like this, dizzy with the loss of him inside of me, and I make to close my legs.
“Nuh, uh,” he says quietly, and his breath is hot against my slit. “Let me make you feel good.”
“But…” I prop myself up on my elbows, shaking my head, my face flushing as his gaze dips down, taking me in. It’s not the first time, but it’s the first time I wasn’t humiliated for it.
“But nothing,” he says quietly, not meeting my eye, looking his fill of me. “You’re fucking perfect.” Every word makes me shiver, sends more warmth to my core. Then, his eyes finally meeting mine again, he licks the length of me and despite the way my face feels so hot with him watching my every reaction, I can’t stop the moan that escapes my mouth.
He does it again, licking my entire slit, his tongue teasing my hole before he pushes it in, groaning at the taste of me. I lie down, completely on my back, my knees spread as wide as they’ll go as I thread my fingers through his hair.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he says softly against me. My face flames hotter, wondering when he’s going to hurt me. Trick me. Debase me. But before I can hold onto that thought for too long, he’s sucking on my throbbing clit, two fingers inside of my aching pussy.
He licks and sucks, deep groans coming from his mouth and reverberating against me as he does, as if this is pleasure forhiminstead of me.
But it’s mine, too.
It doesn’t take long before I’m writhing underneath him, my orgasm building low in my belly, every limb coiled tight beneath him. And when I’m coming, saying his name over and over and over, he reaches a hand up to palm my breast, tugging on my nipple, sending shockwaves through my body.
Before I come down from the high, my pussy gushing with my release, he climbs back over me, pushes his rock-hard cock into me and fucks me harder than before, swinging one of my legs over his shoulder.
His hand comes over my throat, my attention snapping back to his face as he drives into me.
