Page 143 of Wicked

“No, not just… there,” I say, smacking him, embarrassed, but laughing. “I mean against more walls, on tables, cars, wherever. And wearing more colorful clothes while fucking, like high heels, kinky lingerie, masks, and maybe some… some leather boots.”

My man’s eyes darken. “I am sure I can oblige.”

“I also want to be… tied up,” I say, getting wet.

Dante lifts my chin, and his voice is deep and slow. “So, let me get this right. My wife to be wants me to worship and adore her. And also tie her to tables, trees, walls, and fuck her tightlittle pussy hard as she wears all manner of kinky things? And maybe at times claim her hungry mouth and tight butt?”

I nod and bite my lip.

I’m wet and turned on. Dante’s eyes darken, and he looks down. He can see my nipples pebbling, and he plays with one.

I gasp and pant.

“Just remember,” I say. “At times I’ll do whatever you want and be your submissive. Other times, I may want to take whatever I want… from you.”

Dante growls, and his eyes glint. “As a sign of goodwill, I need to taste you.”

Our eyes lock, and I know what he means. I slide a hand inside my bikini bottoms, and I swipe my wet folds.

I know we are alone on the island, and Dante holds my chin.

“That good, baby?”

I nod, needing him inside me.

“Inside,” Dante growls. “Deep inside.”

I slide two fingers into my wet pussy, and I whimper. I start to pant and Dante growls, “Enough.”

I lift my slick fingers, and my man takes them in his mouth. As I slide them in and out of his sinful lips, I know I won’t last to the hotel. Or to the back of the chopper to have him take me.

I withdraw my fingers, look around, and I pull off my bikini bottoms. I walk into the small section of jungle nearby, and I watch Dante pull off his tailored suit.

I run across the sand, through the sun and palms, and I know what to do. A few more steps ahead, I hold onto the thick trunk, and I spread my tanned legs.

As Dante steps behind me, he twists my hair around in a rope.

“God, I’ve missed you.”

I want to answer, but I feel his cock slide against my wet folds. Then a thumb on my clit.

I whimper as he circles my clit, and I begin to pant. I need him inside me fast.

“Talk later,” I say, panting. “Fuck now!”

Minutes later, Dante forces himself all the way in. I moan like an animal, and he slides all the way out. As Dante slides all the way back in, he yanks me onto his cock, hard. I moan long and slow.

As Dante fucks me, he holds my hair and circles my clit. I’m not going to last long, and he knows it. “I love you, baby,” Dante says, inches from my ear.

I love him too, but all I can say while in the zone is, “Shut… shut up… and fuck me.”

It’s a stupid thing to say because my teacher goes all business, and he drives in hard. He takes me like a brute, and he takes me like never before. I feel a saliva-covered thumb at my rear entrance, and it causes me to shatter and buck. Seconds later, Dante cries my name, and he empties himself into me, holding me close.

Just before I crumble into a pile of limbs, he scoops me up and carries me into the lagoon.

Dante holds me in his arms as my heart rate and breathing slows, and our eyes finally meet.

“You were saying?”

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