Chapter 5
Dante
“Fuck,” I hiss, my fingers digging deeper into Lucia’s sweat-soaked hair.
She’s sucked me dry and swallowed every drop of my cum, so the rush of wet heat over the sensitive crown of my cock when she accepts me back into her mouth is too intense to ignore.
I’m still hard enough to drill the Antarctic, and I want more, but since my plan to coax her into my world fell apart ten seconds into her performance, I need to level the playing field.
When Lucia smiles, loving my hissed response, my bone-dry mouth twitches into a playful smirk, and the thrill of the chase races through my veins.
I’m on her before I remember that this isn’t what our meeting is supposed to be about. I kiss her while snickering at how quickly she unraveled my plan.
I was supposed to be calm, professional, and respectful. I came to observe her in a neutral environment so it wouldn’t feel threatening, before suggesting ways she’d be a better fit for my team.
The idea was to ease her into working with me before pushing a personal objective I couldn’t let go of, no matter how hard I tried to rationalize that it wasn’t feasible.
I didn’t come into this meeting expecting my dick to be sucked.
The old, outdated practices of our world no longer work now that I’m a father.
My daughter will not be traded to strengthen family ties, and she will not be expected to marry for anything but love.
Change needs to happen. That’s why I promised myself I’d step back from my eldest brother’s way of thinking about tossing his woman over his shoulder and forcing an unbreakable connection.
I have no desire to force someone to be with me. I want a real connection.
And then Lucia stepped onto the stage, and my brain turned to mush.
The lights caught her hair first. They were bright enough to make the soft wash of brown look closer to the golden locks I’d envisioned all week while stroking my cock and to emphasize every incredible curve she has.
When she moved toward the pole, the room shifted. It was a subtle lean, as if gravity had reoriented itself around her. I’d rehearsed the respectful, measured lines I planned to deliver, but one spin around the pole and suddenly none of it mattered.
I hate what she has to do to make a living. Everything I’ve done over the past six months to keep my daughter out of a job like this was suddenly in front of me, showing me how much more still needs to be done.
Then I saw how alive she became when she focused on her performance rather than what she was wearing while doing it.
I’ve seen talent. I’ve hired plenty of it in my late twenties.
Entire empires are built around people who can command a room.
But Lucia’s performance was something else.
It wasn’t solely her skill that mesmerized me.
It wasn’t even her charisma. It was an instant electric spark that grew impossible to ignore in a shockingly short time.
It’s the addiction you don’t see coming until it slaps you hard across the face, and you find yourself spending months in rehab.
My breath caught. It actually fucking caught.
And then my dick hardened.
This wasn’t my intention. I wasn’t supposed to feel anything. I was meant to negotiate a mutually beneficial arrangement solely for Camille’s well-being.
Anything beyond that was a bonus.
Negotiating is the last thing on my mind now.
I’ve not had a thirst like this for an extremely long time, and it’s only going to be quenched one way.
Lucia’s heels dig into the carpet when I lick her through the metallic-printed material clinging to the lines of her drenched pussy. She arches her back, lifting her delicious-smelling cunt to my mouth.
Too impatient to slide her panties down her thighs, I slip them to the side with my thumb, then marvel at the spectacular visual.
“You have such a pretty cunt, angelo. So pretty and pink.”
I’m glad I was alert enough at the start of my night to ask my brothers, Matteo and Nico, to join me.
Even if money couldn’t buy me the privacy I craved for our negotiation, Matteo’s get-the-fuck-out-of-my-face expression means no one will be game to come within three hundred feet of this room, meaning I can take my time getting acquainted with Lucia’s pussy.
Nico’s technical skills will ensure that everything that occurs in this room stays here.
“Please,” Lucia begs, grinding the air.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
After wrapping my lips around her clit, I suck it into my mouth, then do a long, leisured lick up her slit. She tenses up immediately, and her husky moans echo around the room.
“Oh,” she moans, writhing.
Needing something to tame the throbs of my cock from how delicious she tastes, I wedge my shoulders between her thighs, spreading her wide, then lie flat on my stomach. As I lick and suck her clit, I fuck her with my tongue and grind my dick into the carpet.
I’m incredibly hard. So much so, you’d think I hadn’t released only minutes ago.
Lucia’s body wiggles and jerks as her fingernails claw at the carpet. Her seductive scent and the desire crossing her beautiful face spur me on. I poke my tongue deep inside her before replacing it with my fingers.
My hips churn relentlessly against the floor when her pussy struggles to take two of my fingers. She’s snug, and the knowledge triples the aches of my cock to sink deep inside her.
Lucia’s fingers find my hair as the pumps of my fingers and the strokes of my tongue drive her toward orgasm.
Her tugs are painful, yet I can’t get enough.
They show she’s losing control as fast as I did when she strutted onstage, and while this may not have been the outcome I was seeking, it is very much mutually desired.
“Ride my face, angelo. Rock against me until you scream my name in ecstasy.”
“I’d… have… to know your… name first.”
I’m obsessed with the fact that she can barely talk. It means it won’t take a week for this to happen again.
While rubbing her clit with my thumb, I peer at her over the fleshy globes bouncing on her chest. She has fantastic tits. More than a handful, but not so large that the skin is overstretched.
“Dante, angel.” My words drag over gravel before leaving my mouth. They’re extremely husky.
I almost come on the spot when she murmurs, “Dante…” in a husky whisper.
She isn’t checking if she misheard me. She’s responding to the pressure of my thumb on her clit and how good it feels when my fingertips find the sweet spot inside her.
When I return my mouth to her pussy, she grows wetter and hotter. I tongue her clit while groaning through the sensation of her tight cunt quivering around my fingers.
Within seconds, she reaches climax with a surprised cry, and her whole body trembles.
Her shoulders join as the most beautiful expression in the world crosses her face. She’s free. Only for a minute but still soaring without limitations.
“Good girl,” I murmur when her return from the ecstasy doesn’t see her immediately tugging at my locks, soundlessly requesting me to move our exchange to sex. She rolls her hips slowly, grinding against me, already chasing her next release.
While nuzzling her clit, I slow the pumps of my fingers. I gradually build up her next orgasm, working for the privilege. Heat flushes her neck before it extends to her cheeks. Even while writhing beneath me, unsuccessfully staving off a climax, she looks angelic.
Her nickname suits her well, but I’d be a liar if I said I’m not doing everything in my power to make it seem fraudulent.
I want her screaming my name louder than the bass of the music pounding through the main part of the club, and I want it now.
Circling her clit with my tongue, I grind my fingers into her.
My balls are heavy again, pulling closer to my body.
The wish to fuck claws at me. I’m desperate to sink inside her, to officially make her mine, but I need her next climax more.
I need her to know what this means to me, and that I’ll forever cherish the gift she gave me when she let me finish down her throat.
As I tongue her clit while milking her G-spot, her moans shift from breathless murmurs to husky screams. A fine mist of sweat covers her body, and she shakes more with every flick of my tongue.
“Christ,” she murmurs, her tugs on my hair now cruel.
“Close, angelo. Very close. But we can do better.”
After pinning her hips to the ground, I eat her like a man starved of taste. I bury my face between her thighs and go to town on her greedy cunt.
I can’t stop licking her, tasting her, fucking her with my mouth. It’s almost manic. Brutal. It’s borderline caveman-like.
“Christ… shit… fuck…”
My dick will be covered in carpet burn by the time she comes. That’s how firmly I’m driving it into the carpet. We’re moving in sync, fucking with the rhythm of two people who’ve been intimate for years.
It is the best sex I’ve ever had, and I haven’t even entered her yet.
“You’re still not there yet, angelo.”
With my spare hand, I reach down and spread her pussy lips, exposing the little nub aching with the desire I rewarded it.
It only takes one lick to push her over the finish line again.
Pleasure shoots up my spine when she whispers my name as waves of ecstasy flow through her.
“Better, angelo. Much better.”
Even while orgasming, Lucia moves with seemingly effortless precision, but beneath her lust-filled eyes and sweaty face, I see the hours, dedication, and grit it took for her to reach this level of comfort.
She hasn’t always been this confident in her skin.
Is that why Camille immediately took to her?
There’s a comfort in similarities overlapping, as there are strengths in differences.
My proposal could offer Lucia the best of both worlds.
I just have one matter to attend to first.
The intense throbs in my cock and discovering just how tight Lucia is.