“Then I’m all yours.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Karina
Dante stopsat a grocery store on the way back to his house. “Ain’t got much food back at the cabin, babe.”
Not a lot of room with the bike to bring groceries back either. We purchase enough supplies to carry us through breakfast and lunch tomorrow.
We make it back to his cabin right as a rainstorm hits. It’s crazy because we haven’t had rain in I don’t know how long. But the sky cracks open and we’re soaked before we make it to the front door.
I squeal, hating the feel of my wet clothes sticking to me. Dante and I tumble into the kitchen, where I help him put the groceries away. We’re both dripping water all over the floor, when he turns to me with one eyebrow raised.
“Strip.”
“Wha-what?” My voice quivers at the unexpected request.
Dante leans back on the counter and folds his thick arms over his chest. “You heard me, baby girl,” he answers in that low, commanding voice that turns me to jelly.
“Yes, daddy.”
I yank the sweatshirt he let me borrow up and over my head and set it on the nearest counter. Next, my T-shirt. I shake wet strands of hair out of my eyes, before reaching for the button on my jeans.
“Turn around and peel those jeans down nice and slow.”
More heat curls in my belly. My nipples are painfully hard and it has nothing to do with the chill.
Slowly, I turn, arching my back and peering over my shoulder as I undo the button and work my pants over my hips. Behind me, Dante groans.
“That’s it, baby girl. Nice and slow.”
I wiggle and tease him a little before slipping my jeans under my ass. Bending over and swaying gets a louder groan from him, so I work the material off faster. Unfortunately, everything gets tangled up in my boots and I almost tip over.
How clumsy and embarrassing.
I sob, on the verge of tears.
Then Dante’s hands are on my hips. “Stuck, little girl?”
I nod pitifully and he turns me to face him. His mouth crashes over mine, taking me in a rough kiss. Big hands wrap around my waist, carrying me to the counter and setting me down. At first, I think it’s to help me get my shoes off, but Dante has other ideas.
“I kind of like you all bound up like this.Lie back.”
I don’t even think about it before cool counter kisses my bare shoulder blades.
“Stretch your arms over your head. Yeah, nice.”
He uses my jeans as a sort of handle and lifts my legs in the air, while he frees his cock. “Stay,” he orders me, while he whips out a condom and rolls it down his thick shaft.
I don’t move a muscle.
He doesn’t just slam into me though. Lightly touching me, he smiles. “All wet and ready for me, baby girl?”
A full-bodied shiver rips through me. My breath rushing in and out in quick puffs. Dante just keeps on smiling. Stroking me, circling my clit with his wet, rough fingers, until I’m quivering and trembling at every touch. I’m burning with the need. But I also enjoy the way he’s playing with me, teasing me.
“Tell me you want it,” he demands.
“Yes, please, I want your cock so much,” I plead. My girly bits are throbbing with so much need I don’t have the decency to care about how desperate and pathetic I sounded. I just want him inside me, relieving this agonizing ache he’s stirred up.
