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Pulling his cock free, he stares into my eyes as he slides himself inside of me. And while all of the guys are beyond impressive in the dick department, Dante is like no other. It’s not even just the size of his stunning, muscular body… or his massive dick; it’s everything—he is truly a masterpiece. Feeling like he quite literally might split me in two, I cry out, completely forgetting who might hear me on the other side of my office door. “Oh, god.” He whispers another soft curse as he fills me. So wholly. So completely.
“Please. Please.Please.”I’m not entirely sure what I’m begging for, but like he always seems to, Dante knows what I want before I do. Holding myhips still, he begins thrusting into me. Owning me. Owning my body.
“Is this what you want, Mama?” he says, as the sound of our naked bodies slapping together echoes in my office. He grips me tighter as he grits out, “Is this what you need?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” I don’t even care who hears me at this point. Letting go with one hand, he reaches up and cups one shaking breast. Squeezing it as hard as he’s squeezing my waist. “Don’t stop. Fuck, Dante,” I pant out.
Dante hammers into me with a force that’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. If he weren’t holding me so tight, I’m sure he’d send me clear off the desk with one brutal thrust.
My orgasm builds, hotter and stronger, as I watch him tip his head back and moan. The sound of a man getting lost in pleasure is incomparable, and Dante’s deep groans of pleasure could make me come on their own.
Reaching down, I work my clit as our hips continue to slam together. And when his eyes lock onto the sight of my fingers, he commands, “Workthat pretty pussy for me. Come all over my cock, Mama.” My fingers move faster. So do his hips. “Can I come on you? Can I claim you?”
I nod frantically because can he fucking ever.
He pounds into me once, twice more, as I cry out and come around him. My orgasm tears through me, leaving me so weak and breathless that I barely register the sensation of him pulling out of me, but when the hot sensation of his hot cum hitting my stomach registers in my brain, I muster what little strength I have to pick my head back up and look down at him. His entire body is tight, each perfectly sculpted muscle flexing as he pumps his hand up and down his dick, using my release as the lube he needs. The sight of his hand wrapped around his dick and his cum painting my skin sends another wave to crash right through me. And I don’t know if it’s the same orgasm or an entirely different one, but I come again right along with him.
I think I’ve entered another universe, but the sound of the door opening brings me right back down to earth.
32
Enzo
My smile is a mile-fucking-wide as the two of them look over at me like deer in the headlights. I quickly close the door behind me, even though I know nobody else is on this floor of the building. Considering the sound of Joe’s moans is forever ingrained in my psyche, I knew the noise the moment I heard it. They might have thought they were being quiet, but not quiet enough. I quickly gave Clara the rest of the afternoon off, telling her we were all going home early—not wanting her to hear sounds that were meant only for our ears.
“If this doesn’t just make my day,” I say dramatically, making my way acrossthe office toward the two little daredevils. “Seems I have a habit of catching you in the act, Sweetheart.”
Joe looks at me entirely unashamed, and I fucking love it. Dante, though, his entire body blushes as if I’ve just caught him with his hands in the metaphorical cookie jar.
Well—
No. If I say that, she will literally reach out and punch me in the dick.
He does still have his hand wrapped around his monster cock, though. Joe’s fully naked, save for a delicious-looking white bra, and Dante’s missing only his shirt. He’s got his pants pulled down slightly, showcasing the top of his toned ass. She has her legs wrapped around his lean waist, and both of them are still panting. Not that I’m surprised. I came in here the moment I stopped hearing their cries of pleasure.
But what does surprise me is what I see covering Joe’s stomach, and it sends a shot of electricity straight to my dick.
“Well, well, well. Look what we have here.” My eyes move from the pool of cum on Joe’s stomachto make eye contact with her. Christ, she looks fucking stunning. All flushed and glistening from sweat. Her hair is disheveled, and I can see a faint purple mark forming on her neck. Not to mention, her eyes look completely and utterly content—blissed out from the earth-shattering orgasm Dante just gave her. And when I quickly look over at Dante, behind the embarrassment of being busted, I find myself thinking the same thing about him.
Knowing what I want and unable to resist myself, I roll up the sleeves of my dress shirt, not missing the way Joe’s eyes seem to come back to life at the sight of my forearms. Dante’s still got a firm grip on her hips; fuck it if I can’t find it within me to care. Hinging at the hips, I stick out my tongue and run it over her naval, letting Dante’s cum coat my taste buds.
I feel Joe’s stomach tense, and she lets out a wanton moan. And the sound that leaves Dante’s lips has the same effect on my dick as the noises she’s making. I’m not sure if it’s from watching her face or if the sight of me lapping up his cum on her skinis turning him on just as much as it is for Joe and me, but I’d like to think it’s both.
Once I’ve cleaned up every last drop, I stand and lick my lips. Once again, smiling ear to ear as the two of them stare at me, jaws agape. “Fucking delicious.”
“Ummm… well, that was hot as fuck,” Joe pants.
I dare myself to look back at Dante, momentarily afraid I might have pushed it too far, but am pleasantly surprised when I see him staring at me—pupils blown wide and jaw set in a hard line.
He’s not pissed. He’s turned on.
But because I like to push every last button he has, I shoot him a wink and say, “Next time, you can give mine a try, Big Daddy.”
And I swear to god, I almost drop dead right in the middle of Joe’s office because he doesn’t even roll his eyes or yell at me. No. The corners of his lips curl up into something resembling a smile, and he laughs.
He fucking laughs.
“All right, since I don’t have to get cleaned up”—Joe grins at me—“help me up, big guy.”
