Page 18 of His Son's Ex

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “I?—”

He closes the space between us in a single stride, grabbing my hips and pulling me flush against him. His cock presses hot andhard against my stomach, and my entire body trembles with need.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, one large hand trailing down my stomach, fingertips grazing the slick heat between my legs. I groan shamelessly when his fingertip grazes my clit.

“Goddamn, Eva,” he mutters. His fingers glide through my folds, teasing, spreading. “This perfect little pussy is fucking drenched.”

I bite my lip, a desperate whimper slipping free.

Dante presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to my throat, his tongue flicking over my pulse point, making me shiver. “You want my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He grins against my skin, a wicked, knowing smirk. “Say it.”

I squirm as I say the words, impatient to feel him inside me.

His grip on my hips tightens, pressing my back against the wall. One of his hands tangles in my hair, pulling gently as his lips graze the shell of my ear.

“Good girl,” he praises.

The first brush of his thick manhood against my soaked entrance causes me to shudder. I arch my back, my hands clutching his broad shoulders, nails digging into the firm muscle beneath his skin. We lock eyes, the air between us crackling with heat and need.

I lift my leg and hook it over his hip. He thrusts in, slow but deep, stretching me inch by inch.

My head falls back against the wall, a ragged moan escaping my throat. He’s so fucking big, filling me in a way that feels deliciously obscene. My walls clench around him, adjusting to his size, and he groans deep in his chest, his fingers digging into my hips.

“Christ,” he rasps. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

I gasp, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. My body hums, balanced on a knife’s edge of need, but Dante doesn’t move yet. Instead, he slides his hands up my ribcage, cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. His cock pulses inside me, thick and unmoving, keeping me stretched and aching for more.

“Fuck, I love this,” he murmurs. His voice is dark velvet, a sinful whisper against my skin. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”

I whimper, squirming. “Dante, please?—”

He remains motionless inside me, teasing, his lips brushing my jaw.“Look at you,” he muses, his voice taunting, full of control. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Heat rushes through me, pooling low in my belly.

“You want more?” he asks, mocking sweetness.

“Yes,” I gasp.

He grips my throat, just enough pressure to make me feel it, and leans in. “Then beg for it.”

My body shakes, pleasure coiling unbearably tight inside me.“Please,” I whisper, my dignity wrecked. “I need more.”

His smirk is pure sin.

He pulls out almost completely, leaving just the tip inside me, then drives back in hard and deep, a shattered moan tearing from my throat.

He sets a rhythm—slow, deliberate, punishing—dragging out every thrust until I’m on the brink of insanity. Every plunge fills me to the hilt, the friction making me see stars.

“You like that?” he breathes, his voice dark and hungry.

“Yes,” I moan, nails raking down his back.

His hand slides down, gripping my thigh, lifting my leg higher so he can sink his cock deeper.