Page 30 of Wicked (Wicked Billionaires #2)

As I go to speak, he fucks me hard. I moan low and long as I’m punished. Dante then smiles, and he starts to really take me. My mouth is wide.

“Oh shit,” I say, unable to believe the pleasure. “Oh God.”

As Dante works my clit faster, he rides me hard towards the cliff edge. He is in perfect control, and it’s not too much. It’s perfect.

Within seconds, my body tightens, my eyes pop, and my core explodes.

“Coming,” I moan primally, like a wild animal.

As Dante grabs my hips, he thrusts deeper within me, and he pumps me full. I lean up and latch onto his mouth. As I suck his tongue into me, I come, and stars explode through every cell of me.

Dante drives his cock into me one last time, and he holds it there.

I feel myself clamp around his cock, and it feels incredible. I feel his cock kick again, and he groans. As his cock bucks, our bodies become united as one.

We lock tighter together as Dante unleashes his come. As his cock pulses inside me, alive, ecstasy shoots pleasure through every cell, and I am shot full of bliss.

As Dante holds me on his cock, I devour his tongue as we try to breathe. We don’t move, except for the odd buck as our bodies make involuntarily pulses.

Finally, I drop back down, and I lay on the table covered in sweat.

Dante stays inside me, and as I fight to breathe, he rips off his black eye mask and breathes deep. I stare at his wet chest, black hair, black eyes, six-pack, and V, and I gulp.

Our eyes meet and I stifle a laugh.

I feel alive. So, so alive. It was perfect, and he is perfect. I cannot believe it can be so good. I’d heard a hundred horror stories.

“You okay, little girl?” he asks in his new husky voice.

I nod and wipe a tear away. “Perfect.”

Dante leans down and he kisses me on the cheek. It’s gentle and perfect.

As he pulls slowly out of me, he is careful and sensitive. He puts the used condom and wrapper in a basket, and he pushes his huge, now-used cock inside his tight black trousers.

Lifting me into his arms, he carries me to the four-poster bed. I wrap my arms around his neck, and I feel his warm body close.

As he lays me on the soft four-poster, he places a kiss on my forehead. I am still out of breath, and I am still lost for words.

Dante pulls a wooden chair near the bed, and he slumps in it. He then throws his legs and boots up on the edge of the table.

As we face the fire, I adjust my mask as the storm rolls outside.

I glow inside. I’ve done it. I’ve actually done it.

“Thanks for being so… gentle. Also, for the end. When you really, you know, fucked me…” Dante says nothing. “And when you did the clit and nipple things.”

Dante talks low and he talks slow. “That was not fucking, princess.”

I knew he was holding back, and I know he did not want to hurt me. As Dante inhales, I look at his tight black pants.

I spin around on the bed, and I face forwards on my stomach, closer to him. My wings are still on, and my naked rounded butt is exposed. I feel naughty as I watch the fire, and I think back.

I think about other things we could do, and all the things I want to try. Also, all the positions I’ve seen people try. After a minute, Dante looks over and he shakes his head.

“What?” I ask playfully.

Dante leans back towards me, and he strokes my cheek with his thumb. “So, the sleeper has awoken.” I’m already getting wet, and I nod. “It can be a slippery slope, Raven. Be careful!”

“I can cope,” I say, still behind my black mask. “And one day… One day, I’ll be a master like you.”

Dante laughs loudly, and I join him.

“Don’t laugh!” I say, tempted to wrestle him down and show him I’m the boss.

As I glance at Dante in his black boots and tight trousers, he adjusts himself. I can tell his cock is hardening, but I don’t know how he feels.

I want to see him fully naked, and I need to get that thick cock out again.

As I roll over and walk, I move like a cat. I then pull on his hand and I try to yank him onto the bed. Dante is reluctant, and it’s strange.

Something tells me he is some kind of master at this, but for whatever reason, he is playing hard to get.

“I need more, and you can’t leave it at that,” I say, hands on my hips.

Dante glances up, his eyes dark. “Careful.”

“And I thought you were a real man,” I say, hands on my slutty hips.

Dante stands and I push him onto the ultra-soft bed. After he rolls onto his back, I climb on top of him, like a deviant black cat. I then put a finger on his sinful lips, and I slide his mask back on.

He starts to lick one of my hardening nipples, and I moan. I slide down his chest, stomach, and then his thighs. After some huffing and grunting, I yank off his long black boots and toss them.

I give him a sinful look, and I unbuckle his pants and pull them down. I toss them onto the chair, and I climb over him like a sexy cat with wings.

I need to ride him, just like I’ve imagined all these years. As I line up, wet, I feel his crown against my wet folds and clit. I moan and it’s almost too much.

I reach down, and with my eyes on his, I swipe his crown up and down my slick folds.

His rock-hard crown is now covered in my juices, and I sit back down and rock against it. Really, I want it in my mouth, but that will come later.

Like us.