Page 79 of Dante

I can feel her wetness seeping through, making the material cling to me.

Her camisole falls open just enough that I can make out the soft curves of her breasts beneath the white silk.

Her pink nipples poke through the thin fabric, hardened into tight points that make my mouth water.

I want to roll them between my fingers, to hear her gasp.

But there are too many of those damn pearl buttons still fastened.

I remember how she took forever undoing them earlier, teasing me with each slow twist.

Fuck that. I grab both sides of the delicate material and yank.

The sound of tearing fabric mixes with the pitter-patter of tiny pearl buttons hitting my office floor, bouncing and rolling under furniture.

Some skitter all the way to the wall. But all I care about is having her perfect tits exposed to me.

“Dante!” she gasps.

“You’re mine,” I say, crashing my mouth against hers.

At first, she resists, her lips tight, her hands pushing at my chest.

I feel my cock swell even more against the fabric of my pants. The struggle makes my blood pump faster.

Her breath comes in short bursts against my mouth.

Then something shifts. Her fingers stop pushing and start gripping my shirt instead.

Gina’s lips soften, parting slightly, and she kisses me with a little moan that vibrates between us.

Her tongue, hesitant at first, flicks against my lips, tasting me, testing me.

Then she grows bolder and slides her tongue into my mouth. My hand moves to Gina’s breasts, cupping their perfect weight in my palms.

I slide my other hand down between her legs, finding her soaking wet. My fingers come away glistening. She’s dripping for me, her body begging for what only I can give her.

I stand and move her so she’s bent over my desk. I push her creamy thighs apart with my leg, feeling the soft skin against my pants.

My cock throbs painfully against my zipper as I position myself behind her, my breath coming faster now.

Gina searches for something to hold on to, her fingers splaying across the polished wood. But the desk is too vast, too smooth. I watch her struggle for a moment, enjoying the way her body moves.

More roughly than I intend, I pin her wrists above her head. Her skin feels delicate in my grip, like I could snap her bones if I pressed too hard.

I unzip my pants to free my cock. Then I hold her there, feeling her pulse racing as my cock nudges against her tight hole. The heat of her body makes me dizzy with desire.

My mind’s clouded by how fucking incredible she feels pressed against me. Her wetness coats me, running down her legs like she can’t control her own desire.

When I press against her tight entrance, I feel that puckered hole contract. Like her body’s fighting between wanting me and being afraid.

The sight of her bent over my desk, trembling slightly, her skin flushed pink where I marked her, drives me crazy.

I need to claim every part of Gina’s body so she understands she belongs to me completely.

I grip her hips harder, fingers digging in to her flesh. Blood pounds in my ears as I stare down at her vulnerable body.

Nobody disrespects me like that and walks away unscathed. My cock throbs as I imagine how it would feel to drive into her unprepared.