Game for Seduction
Page 10
"Okay," he said, "how about you take my clothes off now?"
Her answering smile was equally wicked. Now that the edge had been taken off, she wanted to tease him the way he'd teased her. To make him feel as good as he'd made her feel.
She moved her hands beneath his shirt and all clear thinking fled. He was hard and rippled and felt so damn good to touch. She pulled his shirt up over his head. "I want you naked and in me. Now."
"Thank God," he said as he reached for a condom from his bedside drawer. "I need to be inside you, too. Believe me. I'm dying for it."
Her fingers shook as she fumbled with the button on his jeans, and he gently helped her unzip him. His c**k sprang free, pushing into her belly. He slid off his jeans and boxers, then handed her the condom.
She'd never seen anything as glorious as Dominic's thick, hard cock. He was so big. And more than one lover had commented on how "tight" she was.
Sensing her apprehension, he guided her hands over the head of his shaft, helping her unravel the rubber sheath. "You were made for me, cara bella."
His tender words were a sensual caress. Shifting beneath his heavy weight, she opened her legs wide. He settled between her thighs, the tip of his dick teasing her clit.
Holding the bulk of his weight off her, he bent his head and took her lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. As he slowly loved her mouth, his tongue tasting every corner, every crevice, he slid his thick, hard shaft into her, unhurriedly stretching her, giving her more of him than she'd thought humanly possible.
He pulled back from her mouth and whispered against her skin, her neck, her hair, "You're so wet. So hot. So tight." He pushed in another inch and she shifted her hips to take him even deeper. "So damn tight."
She'd never felt so good, like her body was being molded and shaped by him. He was so careful, so patient, and she could feel his restraint in the tautness of his back muscles, the faint sheen of sweat on his skin.
She wanted to take whatever he offered. She craved all of him, every ounce of his passion and desire. He seemed to read her mind, for he shifted them so that he was lying on the bed and she was on top, straddling his cock.
His hands moved over her br**sts and he rolled her ni**les between his thumbs and forefingers as he slid in and out of her with slight hip rolls.
Instinctively, she settled down another inch on his shaft. He sucked in a breath, then put just enough pressure on her lower back with his hands to bring her br**sts perfectly in line with his mouth. He cupped them together and she nearly came again when his teeth grazed her sensitive ni**les, his c**k only halfway inside.
She couldn't take it anymore. Sliding down on his erection, she took the rest of him, and before she knew it, he'd rolled them over again and was bucking into her, unleashing all the power he'd been holding back. She held on to his back and shoulders, sinking her teeth into the cords on his neck as he drove into her so hard and deep that she wanted to scream with pleasure.
He found her mouth again and kissed her like she'd never been kissed before, like he was trying to possess her soul. His pelvic bone ground against her clit and his c**k plunged inside her and she couldn't think, could barely breathe. The only thing she could do was head into the most explosive climax of her life.
He continued to thrust into her, slower now, and she couldn't wait another second for him to join her. Her muscles clenched tightly around him a moment before he groaned her name, and she felt him contract and explode inside her tight canal.
They clung to each other as the spasms heightened, then slowly retracted. Melissa had never felt so good—or so exhausted.
This had been her worst day . . . and then her very, very best.
Dominic heard her soft, even breathing and knew she was asleep. Everything had spun out of control so quickly. But now that Melissa lay naked and warm in the crook of his arm, now that he could focus on something other than his raging hard-on, it was time to take a hard look at what he'd done.
His brain told him to get out of bed and wait in the living room until she woke up, but his body refused to listen. Even though he'd just committed the cardinal sin of mixing business with pleasure.
The bitter taste of remorse was hard to swallow. Dominic had always prided himself on not screwing his way through the crowds of women who surrounded the Outlaws. He'd always been discriminating, always made his intentions clear. He had a powerful sex drive and he loved everything about being with a woman, but he'd never said "I love you." He wasn't sure that he even had it in him. He'd watched his mother screw up relationships with too many men to believe that love was something the DiMarcos knew how to do. Which was why he didn't give women false expectations.
Screwing Melissa was the biggest mistake he'd ever made.
But even as he despised himself for taking her so ruthlessly, all he wanted was to run his hands over her lush ass, slide his fingers into her slick heat, and hear her cry out his name again. His dick twitched against her thigh, and he couldn't stop himself from cupping one full, perfect breast. Her nipple beaded in his palm and he accepted that there was no turning back, no sending her home tonight.
Tomorrow he'd deal with the consequences and repent.
She shifted drowsily against him and her eyes fluttered open. Surprise registered in her sleepy eyes.
"Dominic, am I really in your bed?"
He murmured, "Yes," against her lips, then gently shifted her weight so that her ass was pressed against his erection. She rocked against him and he reached for another condom. "I need to be inside you again."
"What are you waiting for?" she asked, her voice soft and warm.
His c**k grew another inch at her invitation. He played with the fullness of her br**sts, the hardness of her ni**les as he sheathed himself with the condom, then opened her thighs with his knee.
She had to be sore from the way he'd spread open her incredibly tight pu**y just a short time ago, but he had to have her—had to feel the sweet pressure of her climax squeezing him, giving him the most intense pleasure he'd ever known.
He found the entrance to her slick pu**y and slid inside her in one fast thrust. Her breath whooshed out in a gasp, but all he could think about was how good it felt to be surrounded by her heat.
Slipping one hand beneath her rib cage, he twisted her ni**les with his fingers, allowing his other hand to roam to her slick cunt. Her clit was tight and hard and he rubbed it in time to his thrusts, pushing against her arousal with his fingers as he invaded her with his shaft.
Her breath grew quick and shallow, and knowing that she was on the verge of coming again in his arms, he released the hold on his strict self-control. In moments, her cries of ecstasy mixed with his roars of pleasure. He'd never come so hard or so long, or been squeezed so tight.
Her answering smile was equally wicked. Now that the edge had been taken off, she wanted to tease him the way he'd teased her. To make him feel as good as he'd made her feel.
She moved her hands beneath his shirt and all clear thinking fled. He was hard and rippled and felt so damn good to touch. She pulled his shirt up over his head. "I want you naked and in me. Now."
"Thank God," he said as he reached for a condom from his bedside drawer. "I need to be inside you, too. Believe me. I'm dying for it."
Her fingers shook as she fumbled with the button on his jeans, and he gently helped her unzip him. His c**k sprang free, pushing into her belly. He slid off his jeans and boxers, then handed her the condom.
She'd never seen anything as glorious as Dominic's thick, hard cock. He was so big. And more than one lover had commented on how "tight" she was.
Sensing her apprehension, he guided her hands over the head of his shaft, helping her unravel the rubber sheath. "You were made for me, cara bella."
His tender words were a sensual caress. Shifting beneath his heavy weight, she opened her legs wide. He settled between her thighs, the tip of his dick teasing her clit.
Holding the bulk of his weight off her, he bent his head and took her lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. As he slowly loved her mouth, his tongue tasting every corner, every crevice, he slid his thick, hard shaft into her, unhurriedly stretching her, giving her more of him than she'd thought humanly possible.
He pulled back from her mouth and whispered against her skin, her neck, her hair, "You're so wet. So hot. So tight." He pushed in another inch and she shifted her hips to take him even deeper. "So damn tight."
She'd never felt so good, like her body was being molded and shaped by him. He was so careful, so patient, and she could feel his restraint in the tautness of his back muscles, the faint sheen of sweat on his skin.
She wanted to take whatever he offered. She craved all of him, every ounce of his passion and desire. He seemed to read her mind, for he shifted them so that he was lying on the bed and she was on top, straddling his cock.
His hands moved over her br**sts and he rolled her ni**les between his thumbs and forefingers as he slid in and out of her with slight hip rolls.
Instinctively, she settled down another inch on his shaft. He sucked in a breath, then put just enough pressure on her lower back with his hands to bring her br**sts perfectly in line with his mouth. He cupped them together and she nearly came again when his teeth grazed her sensitive ni**les, his c**k only halfway inside.
She couldn't take it anymore. Sliding down on his erection, she took the rest of him, and before she knew it, he'd rolled them over again and was bucking into her, unleashing all the power he'd been holding back. She held on to his back and shoulders, sinking her teeth into the cords on his neck as he drove into her so hard and deep that she wanted to scream with pleasure.
He found her mouth again and kissed her like she'd never been kissed before, like he was trying to possess her soul. His pelvic bone ground against her clit and his c**k plunged inside her and she couldn't think, could barely breathe. The only thing she could do was head into the most explosive climax of her life.
He continued to thrust into her, slower now, and she couldn't wait another second for him to join her. Her muscles clenched tightly around him a moment before he groaned her name, and she felt him contract and explode inside her tight canal.
They clung to each other as the spasms heightened, then slowly retracted. Melissa had never felt so good—or so exhausted.
This had been her worst day . . . and then her very, very best.
Dominic heard her soft, even breathing and knew she was asleep. Everything had spun out of control so quickly. But now that Melissa lay naked and warm in the crook of his arm, now that he could focus on something other than his raging hard-on, it was time to take a hard look at what he'd done.
His brain told him to get out of bed and wait in the living room until she woke up, but his body refused to listen. Even though he'd just committed the cardinal sin of mixing business with pleasure.
The bitter taste of remorse was hard to swallow. Dominic had always prided himself on not screwing his way through the crowds of women who surrounded the Outlaws. He'd always been discriminating, always made his intentions clear. He had a powerful sex drive and he loved everything about being with a woman, but he'd never said "I love you." He wasn't sure that he even had it in him. He'd watched his mother screw up relationships with too many men to believe that love was something the DiMarcos knew how to do. Which was why he didn't give women false expectations.
Screwing Melissa was the biggest mistake he'd ever made.
But even as he despised himself for taking her so ruthlessly, all he wanted was to run his hands over her lush ass, slide his fingers into her slick heat, and hear her cry out his name again. His dick twitched against her thigh, and he couldn't stop himself from cupping one full, perfect breast. Her nipple beaded in his palm and he accepted that there was no turning back, no sending her home tonight.
Tomorrow he'd deal with the consequences and repent.
She shifted drowsily against him and her eyes fluttered open. Surprise registered in her sleepy eyes.
"Dominic, am I really in your bed?"
He murmured, "Yes," against her lips, then gently shifted her weight so that her ass was pressed against his erection. She rocked against him and he reached for another condom. "I need to be inside you again."
"What are you waiting for?" she asked, her voice soft and warm.
His c**k grew another inch at her invitation. He played with the fullness of her br**sts, the hardness of her ni**les as he sheathed himself with the condom, then opened her thighs with his knee.
She had to be sore from the way he'd spread open her incredibly tight pu**y just a short time ago, but he had to have her—had to feel the sweet pressure of her climax squeezing him, giving him the most intense pleasure he'd ever known.
He found the entrance to her slick pu**y and slid inside her in one fast thrust. Her breath whooshed out in a gasp, but all he could think about was how good it felt to be surrounded by her heat.
Slipping one hand beneath her rib cage, he twisted her ni**les with his fingers, allowing his other hand to roam to her slick cunt. Her clit was tight and hard and he rubbed it in time to his thrusts, pushing against her arousal with his fingers as he invaded her with his shaft.
Her breath grew quick and shallow, and knowing that she was on the verge of coming again in his arms, he released the hold on his strict self-control. In moments, her cries of ecstasy mixed with his roars of pleasure. He'd never come so hard or so long, or been squeezed so tight.
