Page 46 of Wicked (Wicked Billionaires #2)

RAVEN

I flick my hair and point to the rock face. “Over there against the cliff!” After Dante does his three-sixty, to check all is safe, I follow him over with a filthy look.

“Tonight, I want it rough.” I do not know why I said it, but it’s likely because of the danger before. Maybe the idea of both those bastards taking me at once.

I’m turned on, and I’m unsure if I’ve ever been this wet.

“Hands up,” Dante says, turning to me coldly. “And change of plans.” I do as I’m commanded, and I smile. I walk on the sand, spread my legs, stick my butt out and rest my hands on the rough rock.

I’m dripping wet, and Dante’s expert fingers have prepared me well. As Dante lines up behind me, I feel his hard cock nestle into my crack. He prepares me by twisting my hair in a rope, and I’m almost coming from the anticipation.

As I pant, holding on to the cliff, I want him to drive inside me and fast.

As he holds me in place, I feel one thumb resting on my anus. The another yanks my hair. I then feel him position his cock between my legs, and it swipes my folds. It then nudges my clit, and he perfects the angle.

“Oh yes,” I whimper. “Just there.”

Dante yanks on my hair and he commands me, “Louder.”

As his cock slides against my folds again, I feel his rough thumb against my clit. “Tell me what you want. Tell me how you like it.”

“In… inside. All of it…”

As Dante lines up, I feel the crown slide in. I moan low, and I feel him pull my hair hard but slow. Slowly, I’m hauled onto his cock, and I slide back to become fully mounted. As my toes dig into the wet sand, I am almost fully on them.

My butt is high, and I catch my breath. Dante has me stretched wide again, and as my body gets used to his massive size, he leans in close and bites my shoulder. “Alright?”

I nod, desperate. “Harder.”

“Please.”

Before I can answer, he has pulled all the way out. He then slides all the way back in, and I moan. It’s almost too much.

As my teacher holds me in place, he begins taking me like I’ve never been taken. The water swirls around our feet and legs, and with the stars above and the wet rocks I hold onto, I feel primal and savage.

Dante does not help, and the brute is now fucking me like an animal. He is not holding back.

I had no idea sex could be so physical, and as his thighs slam against my butt with a wet pounding sound, I gasp and hold myself in place.

The wind is knocked out of me, and it is raw, wild, and brutal.

“Fuck me. Fuck me, you bastard!”

Dante does, and he slams into me with renewed energy.

“Fuck me!” I scream, lost in the action.

As we get closer, the raw and animal act feels like it’s peaking. Dante yanks back on my head, and I turn my mouth. He plunders it, and he takes what he wants.

He fucks my pussy and mouth, and he is fierce. All of a sudden, he slides out and he carries me onto a low smooth flat rock. It’s waist high, and as I get comfortable, I feel him slide in hard.

As I moan, I lay back and let him have his way. The crazy brute pumps my pussy hard, and I let it all go.

The danger…

The kidnapping…

My horrible job…

My crazy life…

Seconds later, I moan like an animal and lean up. I latch onto his face as I come and my tight contracting pussy clamps around him.

As the cool sea swirls around my lower body, it licks all around my skin and every inch of me. The sensation is almost too much, and it plays with my mind as my body explodes.

I have nowhere to go, and I am his.

As my body quakes, his thumb pressure on my clit stops moving, and my heart freezes.

Quake after quake shoots through me, and our crushed lips and cheeks are pressed against each other. Our foreheads are even touching and it’s as close a physical connection as I’ve ever had with another. “Oh my God,” I say. “Oh my God. Oh my God!”

I know Dante has not come yet, and I know what I want. Slowly, I push him off me, and I pull him to the cliff wall. As his back hits the rock wall, I drop down his thighs and onto my knees.

My teacher looks down, eyes black, and he watches me close. In the sand, I lick his crown and graze it with my teeth. I then focus on playing with his crown and I suck it hard.

As I paw his wet thighs, I take more inside me. I’m forced to remember he’s far bigger than most. I will no doubt have a sore jaw, but that pain will come second to pleasure.

“All those games and bossing me around,” I say between sucking. “Teaching me this and teaching me that. Well, this is one thing you can’t fucking teach me.”

As I suck his cock and fist him hard, he grabs my hair and hisses.

I pull away from fucking him with my mouth, and I talk low.

“You will come in my mouth.”

I pump my teacher’s cock with my sinful lips as the warm sea water returns. It swirls around our ankles, my knees, my waist, and it kisses my slick folds.

As I cup Dante’s balls, I stroke him and suck. He is now fisting my hair and almost fucking my mouth.

I cannot believe how hard the crown is or how distinct the veins are inside my throat. I soon have him close, and he growls, almost begging.

I want him to shoot his cum inside my mouth, and I want him to know I can control him. That it’s not a one-way street!

As I feel him seconds away, I stare up and pump.

“Oh, Raven, oh yes.”

My name on his lips urges me on, and I push him over the edge as violently as I can. Suddenly, his cock twitches, and he holds my head. He pumps into my face and cum shoots deep inside my throat.

I’m astounded at the amount, and above me, he stares down, mouth open, eyes open and groaning. As I lick the last drip from him, he drops down to the sand and we kiss.

The sea swirls around us, and it comes up to our waists. We’re cleaned, cleansed, and calmed.

Slowly, we stand, and hand in hand, we walk back to our clothes through the water. We stop closer to our clothing, and we look back towards the cliff. To a place we will never forget.

As we walk up the cliff, in our gown and suit, we carry our shoes. We walk hand in hand, for some reason. Our fingers found each other again.

I’m unsure if it was the danger at the wedding or if it was just the sex. What we had done was passionate, brutal, and wicked.

It feels unique, and as if it has drawn us together, and now… now we are one.

Or are we?

As we undress in front of the fire, we pat Tito, who is over the moon to see us.

Dante places more logs on the embers, and we lay on the four-poster bed, watching the flames and Tito.

After a while, Tito walks near the bed, and I reach down and rub his ear.

Gently, he puts his paws on the edge, and he looks up at us.

His eyes are soft and loving as I rub him gently. Things feel good. Better than good, they feel fantastic.

“I like our dog,” I say before realizing what I’ve said.

Oh shit.

I start to freak out when Dante pats Tito’s head with me. “Me too. He’s a good dog.” I sigh in silent relief as Tito trots back to where he likes it by the roaring fire.

Dante adjusts his position, and he sits up against the huge bed’s headboard. I’ve started to really enjoy sitting inside his spread legs, leaning against him and his chest. I feel close to him, and I feel wanted and protected.

As he plays with my hair again, I glow. I love it when he does that, and it’s gentle and soft, unlike most other sides of the man in the bed.

I feel content for some reason, and I feel his lips kiss my head.

“You need to move in.”

I pause, unsure what to say. Dante said it more as a command than an offer.

“For more education.”

I push against his chest, and I don’t know what to say.

All I know is, we’re not really living with each other, but it does make sense.

“We will get your things tomorrow.”

I beam inside, and I’m glad he cannot see my face. As I watch the flames, look at the large castle chamber, and dog in the light, I talk low. “I won’t disturb you?” I turn back to see Dante’s eyes and I kiss his perfect square jaw. “I mean, more than now?”

“I’m already disturbed,” Dante says, thumbing my lower lip. “And realistically, you need a week on your novel.” I nod, and he is not wrong. “I also need a full week on the theme park idea. We both have projects.”

I look back ahead as Dante wraps his big arms around me. He really is serious about saving the castle and using my crazy idea.

“I can help with the theme park, right?” I ask, unsure but excited.

I draw imaginary shapes on his olive-skinned thighs, and my fingers love the touch of his soft skin. It’s the first time I’ve really been able to play with a man, and I can’t stop touching him.

“Of course. It was your idea, after all.”

I think about the pros and cons of the theme park, and I gasp. “But what about Maria? She’ll lose money.”

“If all goes well, she will make a small fortune. We will not take her clients, and she should get far more guests per night.”

“She may also need another bathroom,” I say, loving hers but believing it. Dante hugs me closer, and he kisses my temple. I inhale, lean back, and I lay in his arms. I like it, but I likely like it way too much.