THE DON'S FAVORITE OBSESSION
My cock throbbed painfully against my slacks, but the look on her face, wrecked, needy, lips swollen from biting back moans was worth it.
“Dante…” she whispered, her voice breaking, eyes glassy.
I sucked my fingers clean, never breaking eye contact. She tasted perfect.
"You're evil." She whispered.
I smirked at the swollen lower lip peeking out, brushing it with my thumb. " And you love it."
The way she squirmed, thighs pressing together, made me groan low in my chest.
I wanted her so badly it was a physical ache. But I was a man of control. She was mine, and tonight, the world would know it.
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