Page 95 of The Wrong Man

“Give me your cock! Please!” I wail.

Dante stops. I heave in a much needed lungful of oxygen. His head lifts.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he rumbles.

I make some sort of huffing, exasperated sound. He chuckles and rises to his knees.

I watch with half-lidded eyes as he leans over and rummages through the drawer in the bedside cabinet.

He finds condoms and lube and dumps them on the bed by our legs. My heart races as he rips open a condom packet with his teeth while smirking down at me.

Fucking hell. Why is that so sexy?

He grins as he wraps fingers around the base of his hard cock. It’s a very nice cock, of course it is. It has an impressive girth and a satisfactory length. Heavy and veiny and leaking at the tip.

I lick my lips. I swallow.

Dante stares into my eyes as he slowly, provocatively, rolls the condom down his length. I cannot look away. I’m transfixed. Hypnotized.

He finishes and I stare and his condom covered cock. I have never wanted anything more. If he doesn’t give it to me, I might die. Lack-of-cock-itis. It’s totally a thing, I didn’t just invent it.

I blink as he squirts lube onto the palm of his hand. He teasingly moves his lube covered hand to his cock. He slowly, erotically, smears the lube all over his thick cock. Languid movement up and down until the latex of the condom is shimmering.

Sweet Jesus.

Dante moves. A graceful shift of position. One minute he is kneeling between my spread legs, taunting me with his marvelous cock, the next, he is lying on his back next to me.

I stare at him in outrage.

He grins and gestures at his slicked-up cock with an ‘All yours,’ kind of gesture. Or like a sommelier showing off his finest bottle of wine.

Then he puts his arms behind his head and gets comfortable.

My eyes narrow.

Fine.

I surge up and straddle him. His eyes widen in surprise, and it’s my turn to gloat. I may be a bumbling idiot, but I enjoy sex and I’m not shy in the bedroom.

I reach behind me and hold his cock steady. I stare into his dark eyes, and slowly, carefully, lower myself onto him.

I hiss in pleasure. The stretch and burn is exquisite. The feeling of fullness as Dante’s cock breaches my body. I want to savor it. Cherish it, but my body has other ideas.

My hips move and I ride.

I ride Dante and yell my joy. I throw my head back and I exult in the ecstasy.

It doesn’t last long. I’ve been on the brink of orgasm for far too long. I bounce a few more times on Dante’s cock and ‌I’m done. My orgasm shoots through me. My muscles spasm. My hole clenches around Dante and my cock spurts hands-free.

Beneath me, Dante lets out a deep, manly groan, and shudders. Warmth splashes inside me as the condom fills.

All my muscles suddenly go weak and shaky. I collapse onto the bed beside Dante, trying to remember how to breathe.

He rolls over and pulls me into a tight spoon and nuzzles my neck. “Dylan,” he whispers softly, reverently, as if my name is a prayer.

Holy Mary. I can’t do this. What was I thinking? I can’t coldly seduce someone. I’m not built that way. I can’t keep my heart out of it.

I suck in a shuddering breath.