All of it is very strange.
It makes me wonder if I’m being wise about all of this.
I decided to trust Dante because that was my instinct, but maybe I didn't think this through at all.
And the very thought of Dante not being the man I think he is makes it hard for me to breathe.
I watch him as he works now. This seed of doubt has been planted inside me, and it won’t budge.
We made love last night and again this morning. Everything in me still reaches for him.
He’s wearing nothing but gray sweatpants. The very sight of him makes my core clench with need.
He's on the phone with someone, talking business.
I walk toward him, loving the way his eyes grow hungry as he traces the silhouette of my body. I kneel between his spread thighs and press my cheek against his hard cock. He strokes my hair as he continues speaking into the phone.
I turn my head and open my mouth against the outline of his cock, blowing over it. His hand forms a fist in my hair, tugging on it roughly.
I slide my mouth up and down the length of his cock from over his sweatpants.
His eyes darken even more when I tug on the string of my halter-neck top. It falls open, revealing my breasts for him. He reaches for one, rubbing his thumb over my nipple. He repeats the motion with the other one.
I free his hard cock and wrap both of my hands around his length. I place my tongue near the base and lick a straight line all the way to his swollen head.
"I'll call you back in a few minutes," he says into the phone, hanging up. And then he gives me his full attention. "What do you think you're doing, little bird?"
I suck the tip of his cock into my mouth and release it with a pop. "I missed you."
"Now that you've had a taste of Daddy's cock, you just can't get enough, can you?" he says, threading his fingers through my hair and wrapping the length of it around his fist. "I have a horny little brat on my hands now."
He pushes himself even deeper into my mouth, taking me how he needs.
“What have I turned you into, princess?” he says. “You can’t go two hours without my attention, can you? I’ve turned you into my horny little fuck toy, so eager to take every drop of my come.”
He doesn’t let himself come inside my mouth, though. When he’s on the verge, he lifts me up and bends me over his work desk.
I have to rise on my tiptoes so he can take me. He wraps one of his hands around my throat and enters me with a rough thrust, impaling me on his angry cock.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
I feel like I'm going to implode from the pressure.
"How am I supposed to get any work done when you walk around in these little nightgowns that are begging to be ripped?" he asks, leaning over me as he thrusts inside me again and again and again. "How am I supposed to resist this wet little pussy that’s asking to be bred by a man who knows what he’s doing?”
He’s going deeper than ever before, bottoming out inside me until I feel him hitting the walls of my cervix.
He presses his mouth against my ear.
"I've barely broken you in, but you love being Daddy’s little plaything, don't you?" he asks. "Giving me this sweet cunt every time I ask for it. Spreading these thighs for me every time I ask you to. Existing just to make me feel good. You're Daddy's dirty little secret, aren't you?"
He slaps my ass, groaning brokenly when he sees it bounce from the impact.
“So sweet. So succulent,” he praises, smacking my flesh until I get even wetter between my thighs. I squeeze my walls down around him, knowing that he likes it when I do that.
"Fuck, baby girl. Do you want me to work out all the stress from my day inside this tight little cunt?” he asks. “I’m going to have you walking around Paris with my come dripping out of your pussy. I’m going to keep you so thoroughly fucked that you'll feel me every time you sit down."
He pushes his hand between my thighs to stroke my clit.
