“Grace.” He says my name like a warning, but he moves closer toward me, pinning me in place. I can feel his desire for me branded against my stomach.
“I want to make you feel good,” I say, arching into him.
"And how do you plan on doing that?" he asks, urgency dripping from every word. His fingers dig into my hips.
I drop down to my knees before him, loving the way his eyes flare in the dark. My hands shake as I undo his belt and free his cock. He’s so hard and heavy in my hand, like the softest steel. I stroke his length as I gaze up at this man.
For the first time since I met Dante, I feel like I understand him completely.
And I want to thank him for opening up to me. I lick my bottom lip, making his cock jerk in my hand.
"It's not too late for you to walk away from this," he says. "If you wrap those pretty lips around my cock now, I won't be able to hold back,piccola."
I place my tongue at the bottom of his cock and lick his length, reveling in the way he shudders with his entire body.
"I like it when you lose control," I say. "I like it when you're rough with me."
I watch the way his chest heaves when I wrap my lips around him for the first time. He tastes like salt and sandalwood. I know that I'll be craving this for the rest of my life.
"Jesus." His head drops forward as he clutches the balustrade tighter. "We're not supposed to be doing this, little bird."
"It's okay, nobody can see us," I say, trying to take more of him.
He grabs my hair then, pushing himself even deeper inside my mouth. I hollow my cheeks for him, molding my tongue around his erection. He lets me suck him for a minute before he takes over.
He begins fucking my mouth, pushing my limits with every thrust.
I'm inexplicably wet between my thighs. I can't help it. I love it when he dominates me like this.
"I apologize," he says. "I put my ring on your finger, but I can't help but treat you like a whore."
He holds the back of my head as he uses me for his pleasure.
"Breathe through it," he instructs. "I need you to relax and swallow."
He pushes himself even deeper now, burying every inch of himself inside me. The tip of my nose brushes against his hard abdomen. I'm trembling with desire. I knew I liked being bossed around by this man, but I'm only finding out to what extent.
"Good girl," he growls, pulling out to let me breathe. "You're such a good girl for me."
I'm completely soaked through my panties now.
Our eyes remain locked as he brushes his thumb over my bottom lip.
I want to make him lose control. I want to make him forget about everything else in life, even if just for a minute. My heart pulses with fondness for this man, welcoming him into the deepest parts of me.
I shimmy out of my dress and discard it to the side. His eyes are hungry as they move down my heavy breasts and curvy hips. All I’m wearing now are my panties.
"My little rebel," he says, fisting my hair. "I know you like being watched, but I'm a jealous fucking bastard. I want to keep you all to myself."
"You're the one I'm kneeling for," I say, wrapping my hand around his cock again. I stroke it gently and watch him hiss.
"I'm the only one who ever gets to touch you," he says. "You understand that?"
I look up at him as I take him into my mouth once again. I trace the veins of his cock with my tongue, loving how it seems to pulse every time I do something he likes.
When I gently take one of his heavy balls into my mouth, he throws his head back and curses at the stars.
I swirl my tongue around it like it's a lollipop and suck lightly. I can feel him unraveling now.
