His Dirty Promises (Dirty Billionaires 2)

Then everything stops, and he’s gone. My eyes snap open to find him stripping fast. Wow, just... wow. My mouth is watering, then I watch him roll on a condom and my mouth goes dry. He’ll fit, I’m made for him, he promised. He’s back now, pressing kisses along my body as he crawls over me. Slight brushes of skin tease my senses, until the scorching hot heat of his cock is pressing against the throbbing heart of me. My brain fizzles and short-circuits at the feel of him. To

o big, holy crap he is too big. Then I’m not allowed to think, as Dante’s mouth captures mine. I melt into him, giving up all he demands, not wanting to hold anything back. Vaguely I’m aware of his knee drawing my legs wider apart, except I’m still lost in his savage, hungry kiss. Hot, so hot. He nudges against my lower lips. I’m so wet he slides along me, up, then down before pushing inside me.

I gasp and my lungs are frozen as my whole being is centered on the sensations flooding me. Too big, he’s too big, the thought explodes. I open my mouth to protest only to moan at the sensations radiating from my core. Slowly, so damn slowly, Dante presses into me. Tissues soft, swollen, tender give way then welcome him, clinging to him. Deeper and deeper he pushes, and I’m wondering how much more until with a groan he’s buried deep inside me, into the very heart of me. We’re skin to skin, his head resting against mine, and our eyes lock together, seeing everything. Things we were never aware of, how we were missing something, a piece of my heart, my soul. We find them again and now we’re whole in this moment as our breaths stir, our souls meet, mingle and welcome what was lost. I press my hand to his face, terrified this is a dream, something I’ll forget the moment I wake up. His hand holds mine tight.

“Mine,” he whispers against my lips.

“Yours,” I gasp back.

“Yours.” I taste the words as he kisses me.

“Mine,” I mouth as he steals my air.

Deep inside the heart of me I clutch him tight, and we both moan at the sensation. The heat that scared me feels so right. With every heartbeat pulsing deep inside me, every vein and ridge is seared into me, marking me as his. Greedy for more, for all of him, my body once again clutches him tight, desperate for all he has to give me.

A growl comes from Dante’s chest, vibrating through me. It’s a warning of only seconds before he moves. Frantically I clench tight, desperate to keep him inside me. Another growl and Dante surges back inside me. Fuck, yes. Only he’s pulling out again and I’m sobbing at the loss of him. A powerful thrust into me hits that perfect spot and sends my head back and my bones melting away. Dante sets a relentless pace, each thrust into me harder, deeper, answering my every plea. Close, so close, I exhale and explode through a wave of pleasure that pulls me under, taking me out to an ocean of bliss. From far away I hear Dante groan my name; deep inside me I feel him expand even more with the pounding of his heart as he moans into my neck. Darkness is clawing at me. I fight it, not wanting the moment to end to sear this memory into my brain for the future. For forever.

***

Dante

I feel Bethany slip into sleep. Slowly, careful not to wake her, I pull up to look down at her. Fuck, she is absolutely stunning. She leaves me breathless. Nothing I’ve ever experienced compares to what just happened. Not the first million, or even the first billion. For the first time I understand the difference between making love and having sex. Every kiss is sweeter, every touch more thrilling, and it rocked me to the core. That moment our eyes met, even now goose bumps appear remembering it. She felt it—it was as clear as if she spoke the words. And she did, she spoke the only ones that matter. Bethany belongs to me down to the marrow of her bones. Every breath she takes is mine, and I’m hers exactly the same.

If the same thing happened two years ago, I would have run hard and fast, afraid of what it all meant. At that time I had no point of reference for this feeling. Now, after watching Che and Alicia fumble their way through their relationship, there isn’t any fear, just a deep feeling of gratitude not only for finding Bethany, but that our journey wasn’t as hard as it was for Che and Alicia. Bethany sighs in her sleep, her brow wrinkling. Then again, I don’t doubt our road won’t be completely smooth. I’m also certain we both know exactly what we want, and we’re willing to do whatever it takes to get it.

As I move I feel it, damn it, the condom. Rolling away, I get rid of the condom and go into the bathroom to clean up. I’m not tired in the least, too keyed up yet I’m drawn back to bed, to Bethany. It takes a few minutes to work the covers out from under her, then pull her into my arms. When I think I’ve accomplished it all without waking her, those beautiful hazel eyes blink wide and look up at me.

“I’m sorry, I was trying not to wake you.” I run my finger over her cheek.

She smiles wide, her happiness radiating from every inch of her. “I’m glad you woke me. I don’t want to miss a thing.” Her hand brushes over my chest. “Thank you for everything. For keeping your promise, for making me wait, for waiting for me to catch up, for making it so spectacular I’m pretty sure I heard angels weeping.”

“Angels weeping?” I squeeze her tight. This woman, oh yeah, there’s going be some bumps in the road, but it will be interesting.

“Oh yeah, or maybe it was just me, could have been just me.” She turns into me, a silky smooth leg sliding over me.

“I think it was just you. And the pleasure was all mine. Although I am ready to collect on the rewards I’ve earned.” Her eyes go wide as she smiles.

“Well, it is only right.” Her hand roams down my chest to grasp my thickening cock at the base. Fuck. She squeezes me just right. “You should know now, as a medical professional, besides learning about the symptoms of all kinds of diseases and ailments I also have an encyclopedic knowledge of the human body.” One long stroke up captures my leaking precome and she uses it as she slowly moves down, giving me another squeeze before going back to the tip. Her thumb firmly rubs under the head of my cock then all the way around. God damn, two minutes and she has me fighting to come. No, patience, slow. My hand goes into her hair, holding her tight. “Slow, Bethany.”

The little witch giggles “Yes, Dante, whatever you say, Dante,” she whispers as I guide her to my cock. Her tongue slides over the head of my cock, and her hum of pleasure has my balls pulling tight. I’m fighting for air as she sucks me into her mouth. A few inches are all she can take, and it’s all I need for her to have me gasping for air. Christ she’s good at this. The thought is barely out before she gets carried away and her teeth graze me. Damn. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs up at me, her eyes wide in fear.

It takes another deep breath before I can speak. “It’s okay, sweetheart, it happens. Slow, that’s all.”

A happy nod and she turns her attention back to my cock, only now she’s running her tongue down to the base of me, and fuck me for saying slow. I can’t urge her to move faster, though, when she actually seems to be enjoying it. Her little whimpers run up my cock with her every breath. I’m working to fight my desire to draw her back to the head of my cock when she keeps moving past the base of me to my balls. Oh shit, she’s careful, she’s tender, and I’m fighting not to come as her tongue learns me. Then goddamn, she sucks me into her hot, wet mouth, then blows my mind when she hums with pleasure. Ah fuck, I fight desperately for control. Another gentle sucking, more teasing of her tongue, and I can’t. With a curse, I warn her I’m coming. I try to move her away from me, but she clings tight and I’m back in her mouth. She moans and I see stars.

Holy fuck. I open my eyes to find Bethany looking down at me, her smile smug. “You liked it?”

My hand goes around the back of her neck and I yank her down to me. I roll her under me, careful not to let all my weight settle on her. She opens her legs and I fit perfectly snug against her pussy. “I liked it a lot. I foresee my cock in your mouth often in the future.”

“Yay! I loved it, all of it, even the end which was the part I worried about the most. All of you is absolutely delectable, Dante Sabatini. Why am I not surprised?”

I swear, no other person has made me laugh so often and as freely as her. “You really shouldn’t have been.”

“I know, right? Although all this talk of tasty has me wanting to try room service. Are they open?” We both look to the bedside table, local time is almost three in the morning.

Huh, I’m hungry myself. “I’m hungry too. You worked up an entirely different appetite.”

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