Dante (24 page)

He slid his thumbs out and replaced them with three fingers from only his right hand, scissoring the digits wide on the withdrawal to stretch her open for him. Catrina cried out loudly when he sunk them back in a curled to find the fleshy spot inside her walls to make her shake.

“
Dante
!”

“Be quieter,
Amore
, or I’ll shove your mouth so full you can’t speak. Answer me. My cock or mouth? Hurry, or I’ll make the choice for you.”

“Mouth,” Catrina whispered. “Please, sweet Christ, your mouth first.
Please
.”

“How can I deny you when you ask like that? God knows it’s the only time I can get you to beg me for anything, you stubborn woman.” Dante was only half joking. Catrina could be that tenacious anywhere else but in bed she was all his. Keeping the deep, fast rhythm of his fingers fucking her, he used his teeth to scrape along the lace covering the hood of Catrina’s clit. “How fond are you of these panties, kitten?”

“They’re—”

Dante didn’t bothering waiting for her to finish. He withdrew his fingers, snatched the top line of the panties, and ripped the lace right down the middle. He tore the lace until he could pull the ruined fabric from her body. Dante ghosted his fingers down Catrina’s bare sex, feeling the softness of her naked, sensitive skin and the glistening wetness on the folds.

He preferred her totally bare. That way, there was nothing between them when they fucked. The musky scent of her juices wafted upward, making Dante turn harder than steel. His mouth watered at the thought of her arousal drenching his tongue as she came.

Catrina sucked in a sharp breath, giving her husband a displeased look. “I was going to say I liked those panties very much, Dante. You bought them for me.”

Dante shrugged, hooking one of Catrina’s legs over his shoulder as he kissed her public bone. “Too late. I’ll buy you new ones. You ruined those anyway, soaking them like that. I did you a favor. Quit your bitching, Cat, or you won’t get what you want from me. It’d be a terribly bad thing if I couldn’t give it to you. I’m awfully fucking hungry and your pussy looks delicious.”

Catrina promptly clamped her mouth shut.

“There’s my smart girl,” he murmured darkly. “Ready?”

“
Dio
, you know I’m never ready when you do this to me,
bello
,” Catrina whispered. “Makes me go crazy.”

Oh, he knew. Dante chuckled. “And you love it all the same. Remember, quiet, kitten.”

Dante didn’t wait for Catrina’s response. He dipped his gaze from her sight, slid a hand under the crack of her backside, letting his palm rest at the bottom of her sex, and covered her slick pussy with his mouth. Instantly, his wife shouted when he sucked her hard little clit between his teeth. Her juices trickled down to his hand.

Dante released his hold on her clit immediately, glancing up with a cocked brow as his silent warning for her noise. Catrina slammed her balled hands into the bed, attempting to roll her hips closer to his mouth again.

“Quiet, I said.”

“I’m
sorry
.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Okay, I’m not.
Please
, Dante. I want to come. Please.”

Dante smirked and went back to the heaven between his wife’s thighs. The deliberate strokes of his tongue swept between the lips of her pussy, opening her for him. His nose nuzzled along the hood of her clit, stimulating the swollen, throbbing bud as he tunneled into her clenching entrance. The tartly hot essence of Catrina’s fluids washed over his taste buds like it was the finest wine he ever had the pleasure of drinking. Dante took in every drop he could with a groan that only seemed to grow in intensity the more he ate her out.

Back and forth he went from her slit to her clit, the swift, hard flicks of his tongue making Catrina’s body shake and her pussy leak arousal for him to sweep away. The more of her he took in, the deeper the groan in his chest became.

“Oh my God,” Catrina moaned.

Dante knew the closer she came to her orgasm, the louder her pretty cries would turn. He used his free hand, the one he had fucked her with earlier, to find her mouth while keeping his attention down where he wanted it the most. Three of his fingers disappeared between her plump, red lips. Catrina sucked what remained of her juices from his fingers, her cries of bliss muted as her tongue swirled tantalizingly around his digits.

Heat bloomed in Dante’s groin as he went back down to her slit. Licking teasingly at her entrance, he could feel the tight hole clamp down around his tongue with every strike.

Backing off as he felt her telling tremors start to rock her thighs, Dante glanced up to find his wife’s hazel gaze on him and his fingers still wrapped in her hot mouth. Fuck, the sight of that turned him on like nothing else.

“Once you come all over my mouth, I’m going to bend you over, gag you, and fuck you until you see stars, Cat. Sound good?”

Dante felt Catrina swallow around his fingers as she nodded.

“Good. Don’t hold back, kitten.”

Dante went back to worshipping Catrina with his mouth, keeping a firm grasp on her ass and his fingers in her mouth all the while. The rhythm of his tongue against her clit turned relentless, making her rise to her peak all over again. Catrina bit into his fingers when she came, her leg tightening around his shoulder and her lips muffling her scream. Dante licked away every bit of her come before rising up and covering her body with his.

His weight pressed a breathless Catrina into the mattress beneath him.

Catrina grinned up at Dante, her eyes gleaming with lust and excitement. “How do I taste?”

“Just the way you always do.”

“Oh?”

“Like a filthy sugared sin right down to your core.”

Dante braced his hands to the bed and held his frame above Catrina’s. She leaned up just enough to catch his mouth with her own in a searing kiss. His lips were still wet with her come, but his wife didn’t seem to mind a bit. When she finally pulled away, Dante’s cock was so hard it ached. He needed to be buried inside her—he craved her.

“Turn over so I can fuck you the way you love,
dolce ragazza
.”

Catrina did, taking her sweet fucking time to roll over onto her stomach. All the while, she stretched like a little kitten beneath him, making sure to rub her beautiful ass against the line of Dante’s erection straining through his boxer-briefs. When she ground her backside along his length again, his hand cracked down to her right cheek with a swift swat.

The snap of his palm meeting her ass echoed. Catrina buried her moan of enjoyment into the bed sheets. “The more games you play, the longer you will wait, Cat.”

“Liar, liar. You want me too badly to wait
. Sono la tua puttanella,
Dante
.
Use
me.
Fuck
me.”

“Oh, those are mighty dirty words for such a pretty mouth, kitten.”

“You know you love my dirty mouth,
bello
. Especially when it’s wrapped around your co—”

Dante’s palm stuck down harder to the same spot on her backside as before. Catrina’s milk toned flesh pinked under his smack the second time. She sighed, backing her ass into his palm as she buried her upper half into the bed. He knew what she was doing. Teasing him. Testing his restraint. Working him up so she would get the rawest side of him when he took her.

Using one arm to wrap around her thighs, Dante pulled Catrina’s ass into his groin. She pushed up from the bed, letting her back press to his chest. The pressure of her body relieved his throbbing dick, but barely. He shoved the waist band of his boxer-briefs down around his hips and freed his erection to his palm. A single bead of pre-cum gathered at the tip, and he smeared the sticky fluid down the crack of Catrina’s ass as he slid his dick down to her slit.

Catrina wasn’t able to brace for Dante when he slammed his cock inside her hot, contracting pussy. She hadn’t even taken a breath before he pulled out and plunged right back in again. The force of the thrusts sent his wife falling back to the bed with a shout of his name.

Dante didn’t allow Catrina to make another noise. He quickly reached above her head and grabbed the silk negligée he tossed away earlier. With his cock still buried deep, he twisted the fabric into a makeshift rope, slipped it around her mouth so she was gagged silent, and fisted the silk and her hair into his grip at the nape of her neck.

His move had been a surprise, so Dante needed to be sure his wife was fine. Leaning down over her back and stroking the base of her spine with his fingers, he asked softly, “You good, kitten?”

Catrina nodded and he could see her crimson smirk trying to form behind the gag. Fuck, she looked good like this. Under his mercy and control. Wanting him and so goddamn willing. The pulsing ache in his shaft increased. Dante felt burned all over with a fever that only seemed to get hotter the longer he waited. He needed to move—had to fuck his wife.

Straightening, Dante yanked gently on the gag and Catrina’s red locks in his fist, pulling her up with him. Catrina’s hands flew out to meet the headboard, bracing for what was to come.

Catrina glanced over her shoulder, the heat in her stare cracking Dante right in the chest.

“I know it’s difficult,
Amore
, being as mouthy as you are, but be good and stay quiet for once,
hmm
?”

A sly wink answered him back. She was loving this. Loving the force he was using and being gagged while he fucked her hard from behind. His free hand curved her thigh and found her clit as he withdrew his cock and thrust in to his wife’s heaven. Their pace was brutal but so fucking good. Catrina backed into his cock with every crack of his hips meeting her ass. She turned to watch Dante with wide eyes and teeth gritting around the gag.

Over and over Dante pounded into her, his breaths turning into short, harsh pants. Catrina’s arousal coated his cock and her body fit exquisitely around his shaft. He kept his fingers pressed firmly to her clit, keeping her nerves stimulated and her body close to blowing.

There was nothing quite like the two of them like this, Dante decided. He loved the way she took him, never hesitating. The sounds of their flesh meeting and her stifled cries rolled over his senses like liquid gold. It was perfect, so damn good.

When Catrina’s shoulders began to quake, her walls clenching around his shaft started to flutter, and a tear escaped the corner of her eye, Dante knew his wife was coming. He released this hold on the gag, hearing her sharp intake of air as the silk fell. Dante pulled Catrina to his back, turned her head just enough to catch her mouth with his own and kissed her through her orgasm.

His fingers weaved into her hair while his other hand held tight under her jaw. Catrina moaned and shuddered, but Dante didn’t relent in his tempo. That fantastic heat was beginning to build with a pressure in his groin. His balls were tight and his back tense. Just as the milking contractions of Catrina’s orgasm subsided, Dante’s release blew through his nervous system with an almost blinding intent. The intensity took away his sight and breath for a brief moment.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,
yes
,” Dante mumbled to Catrina’s trembling lips. “
Cristo, bella
. You kill me.”

“
Mmm
,” Catrina hummed in response, grinning.

Dante struggled to catch air, falling down to the bed and pulling Catrina with him. He tucked her tight into his side, wanting her as close as possible.

Catrina turned so she could press her lips to the underside of Dante’s jaw. “
Ti amo tanto
.”

Dante chuckled. “I thought you weren’t going to say it every second of the day.”

“It’s been a few minutes. You’re a man with a fickle mind. You might forget.” 

• • •

“Where’s my grandson?”

“Right behind us,” Dante heard Lucian reply to their father.

Johnathan perked from his spot on Dante’s shoulders at his grandfather’s voice. That kid loved Antony like crazy. Dante’s father could be one mean, cold motherfucker, but when it came to Johnathan, he turned into the softest teddy bear.

Dante knew better than to tell his father that, though.

“Behind you?” Antony’s brow lifted as Dante stepped into the kitchen with Catrina at his side. His wife’s hand held his, while he used his other to keep a tight hold on the wiggling boy on his shoulders. “Oh.”

Dante lifted his nephew from his spot and placed the boy on his butt to the floor. Instantly, Johnathan was crawling to where Antony was standing across the room. Cecelia smiled at her second oldest son, but said nothing like her husband.

Honestly, Dante was shocked they managed to keep silent about him showing up with Johnathan at the breakfast instead of Lucian or Gio like he usually would.

Gio, however, didn’t stay quiet. “This is new. Since when do you tote John around?”

“Giovanni,” Kim admonished as she leaned over the island to grab the icing sugar. “Be quiet.”