She grinned. “That sounds amazing right now.”
“I know just the place.” I tapped her hip. “Go pack a bag.”
She arched a brow. “For dinner?”
“The restaurant is a bit of a ride.”
“How much of a bit?”
Smirking, I slowly muttered, “Vegas.”
“Is this about eloping?”
I shrugged.
“Uh huh.” She tried to look serious. “Since I know I’m not driving you nuts with the plans, I take it your dad said something.”
“He possibly brought up some valid points.”
“Right,” she drawled. “Your mom already vowed to never make me mac and cheese again if we eloped. And, I’m sorry, I just can’t do that.” Leaning in, she licked my jaw, nipping at where it connected with my neck. “And I just ordered the sexiest nightie that wouldn’t be here in time if we left today.”
“Fine.” Gripping her hips, I lifted her onto the edge of my desk. I undid her jeans and hooked my fingers into the sides, tugging them and her panties off. “If I can’t get what I really want, I’m at least going to enjoy dessert before dinner.”
I dipped my head between her legs, loving the way she gripped my hair and pulled me closer. All the other stress and shit in my life disappeared as I focused on the taste of pure fucking heaven.
That’s what she always did for me. She made the world fade away. The pressure and weight on my shoulders was lessened. After all the shit I had to do, she was my sweet reward.
Dahlia gave me a little taste of heaven on my way to hell.
When she came, I greedily licked, wanting her back on edge. Once she was, grinding and rocking against my mouth, I tore myself away.
Standing, I undid my pants and freed my dick. And fuck if I didn’t almost come just seeing the sexy way her lips tipped up as she watched me.
Wanted me.
I pushed in, fucking her with enough force to make the sturdy desk creak beneath us.
Putting her hands flat on the desk behind her, Dahlia leaned back and took each brutal thrust. Her pussy was already tightening around me, sucking me back in each time I pulled out.
I’d been addicted and obsessed since the first time I’d seen her. It didn’t matter how many minutes I spent with her, or how many times I fucked her, I’d always be that way.
Addicted and obsessed.
The exhaustion and sadness was long gone from her big cat eyes. In their place was happiness and love. Each time she looked at me, I saw her love. Felt it.
I knew I’d live every day of my life trying my fucking hardest to make that happiness grow. Trying to earn that love.
She was the center of my universe, shining her bright light into my darkness.
“I love you, my gattina,” I growled.
“I love you, my Theo,” she whispered back seconds before crying out.
As her pussy strangled my cock, her fucking smirk was my undoing. I came so hard my entire body and soul felt like it was pouring into her.
When I could breathe again, I gathered her to me before sitting so she straddled my thighs. We sat in silence for a few minutes before she put her head up.
She chewed at her fuckable lip, releasing it to ask, “So, uhh… How good is that burger?”