Chapter 8 #2
Dante added another hand to her head, but this time instead of using it to push her head down, he held it in place while he fucked her face.
She could see the strain on his face and knew it was only by his willpower that he didn’t thrust as deep as he wanted to so as not to gag her, and she appreciated it.
“Madison.”
His body tensed, and his shaft pulsed as it shot jet after jet of cum into her mouth. She pushed her head down, taking him in deeper and relaxing her throat until her nose was buried in his pubes.
“Oh.”
If she didn’t know better, she would believe that that had made him come again. When he stopped squirting she lifted her head. She closed her mouth, so nothing escaped. The silky texture and salty taste on her tongue. Then still looking him in the eyes, she swallowed it and licked her lips.
Dante pulled her up his body and kissed her. She kissed him back and then laid on her side next to him again.
“That was fun.” Madison nuzzled his chest.
“Yeah. It was fun.” Dante ran a hand down her back.
“I’m hungry, not sure if you are. I’m going to clean up and then go make us breakfast.”
“Ok. I’ll be out in a minute to help.” He gave her a double pat on the butt.
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Dante laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Things had changed. A lot. He should be mad. If he didn’t care for Madison like he did, he would think she had tried to trap him into a relationship. A relationship that he didn’t want. And there was the problem.
He cared for Madison, and he wanted a relationship with her. That wasn’t what she offered. Just an increase in the frequency that they met. His heart had stopped when she had said she wanted to talk. Had she wanted to end things because she had gotten tired of him?
His heart had soared when she suggested that they see each other every day. It was more than he could hope for. When they had talked last night, something between them had shifted.
Their relationship had gone from surface level to a connection outside of sex.
And then this morning during their kiss, it was different.
His mind couldn’t process it, but his heart did, and it did crazy things to his heart.
It made him want things that he shouldn’t.
It reminded him of dreams he never assumed he could achieve.
But after he met Madison everything had changed.
He hadn’t been able to touch another girl since the first night he met her.
Now it wasn’t that he couldn’t admire a good-looking woman, but they didn’t hold a candle to Madison.
She was all that he wanted. The only thing he wanted.
Being with her was nothing like being with Monica.
It was uncomplicated and easy. Something he didn’t think could happen in a relationship, and something that he wanted more of.
When he was with her, he was able to block the world out for a time.
He had been jealous of Lucca’s engagement.
It had seemed so far away for him and something he might have to give up on.
But as he had gotten to know Madison, he wanted more.
But with her beliefs on criminals and people on the wrong side of the law, how would she take it if she learned he was in the mob?
It seemed impossible for them to be together long term.
But if she fell in love with him, maybe she would overlook it.
With their new arrangement he would be able to do the things they said last night.
He could see if there was a game he could take her to.
But what he was most excited for was to take her to his place.
That would be the real test. If she looked at it and asked for money, then he would have his answer.
He knew she needed money due to her family situation and the fact that she funded her design herself.
Madison had left the room ten minutes ago, so he got up and cleaned up, then went to find her in the kitchen.
They had slept in, and he would be late to a meeting if he didn’t leave now.
But he couldn’t. She looked so cute in the kitchen.
Her hair atop her head in a messy bun. She was wearing another loose shirt that hung off her shoulder and showed a navy blue bra strap and leggings.
“Oh, there you are. I was worried you fell back asleep and were going to let me make the breakfast alone.” She elbowed him and gave him a shy smile.
“No, of course not. Someone wore me out this morning with a special treat. So I moved a bit slower.” He lifted her chin when she dipped her head down.
“I forgot to give you a good morning kiss.” He didn’t know why he said that out loud, but as she raised her face for his kiss, he knew he would make this part of their routine. He wanted as many kisses and as many memories with her in case things didn’t work out the way he wanted.
He hoped to use this time to show her what it could be like for them to be together in a more formal situation. Dante could see him and Madison having a future together, and there was another bump of excitement at being able to see Madison pregnant with his child.
They moved around the kitchen like they did this all the time together, even though this was their first time cooking together. He let Madison take the lead as it was her place and she knew where things were.
“Direct me. I’ll be your sous chef.”
“Ooo, I get to boss you around? That might be nice.” She winked at him. “Let’s do an omelet because that’s quick. I have all the veggies out. If you want to start chopping them, I’ll crack the eggs.”
She had already set out a cutting board and a knife, Dante got to work.
At the same time, he thought of what it would be like to have Madison boss him around.
He liked to see her when she took control on the stage.
In the bedroom she was unsure and didn’t trust her instincts, but he knew she would learn in time.
Her eyes were on him and he knew when she stopped cracking eggs, that he had impressed her with his knife skills. That had been his goal when he offered to help. He wanted her to see that what he said was true. He knew his way around the kitchen. It was important to him for her to trust him.
To protect her, he wouldn’t be able to tell her a lot of things, but he didn’t want her to feel like he kept secrets from her on purpose.
It was typical in mafia relationships that the women were kept out of the business side.
It kept them safe from danger and rivals, and also they couldn’t be used against their partner.
He didn’t have a lot of time to build up trust with her while he cleaned up the financial and real estate portions of the business, so he would need to make his time with her last and work in his favor.
Dante finished chopping and looked up from the cutting board to find Madison with an egg hovering over the side of the bowl, waiting to be cracked.
“Chef, with the way you’re looking at me, I think you could get in trouble for sexual harassment in the workplace.” He gave her a teasing smile, then walked over to her, positioning her in front of him, he helped her crack the remaining eggs.
By the time they were done, they both panted for breath. He wanted to tease her until she came again and again and again. He never would get tired of her moans during her climaxes or the way she dug her nails into his shoulders, arms, or ass, depending on where her hands were.
“Yeah, that might be true, but I think you are holding your own in the workplace harassment domain.” She pushed back into his erection, which he could never hide when he was around her.
He seemed to have no problem staying hard for her and was in a constant state of arousal when they were together or of anticipation when they were apart.
Even now, while with her he was thinking of his day and how to get back to Madison.
The most important thing was to get back before Enzo cornered her again.
With the last egg in the bowl, he monster walked her over to the sink, and they washed hands together. As soon as his were dry, he exposed her nipples to the air.
“Dante.”
He loved his name on her lips. Her head rolled back on his shoulder, and she exposed the length of her neck to his lips and let them roam. He found her sweet spot and gave it nip before he traced a path with his tongue.
If she wasn’t on her period, he would have had her panties and leggings down and have bent her over a table or chair. But he couldn’t. He would have to save it for another time. Maybe she could wear an apron and heels and cook at his place.
He would ask to get on her social schedule before she had too many plans. During this intense month with each other, he wanted to embrace the change that they had made to their agreement and hope she could see as much potential for them to be happy together as he did.
Dante wanted to tease her, but he didn’t have time. She was efficient as she whipped up the omelet and the delicious smell of bacon wafted into the room. He knew it was her doing, to have everything ready at the same time.
“Sorry it took so long.”
“No worries. I had fun.” He kissed her nose.
She looked up at him and smiled. “I did too.”
He picked up his fork. “Let’s eat before it gets cold. I hate eating cold—”
“Food. No way, you too? I like mine piping hot, like burn your mouth hot.”
“Same.” He ate fast. He still needed to get out of there and get to his appointment. His being late would cause more questions and bring up more speculation in regards to the nature of his relationship with Madison. He couldn’t define it, let alone tell anyone what it was.
The current words didn’t fit. She was more than a friend or a lay to him. She was interesting, had a good sense of humor, and helped bring out his playful side. He would do anything to be with her for as long as she would allow him.
He slowed down his eating pace so they were closer to being finished around the same time. He didn’t want her to think he was trying to leave. If he didn’t have this appointment, then he would have loved to have stayed with her for the day.
Once they were both done, he helped her clean the dishes. “I better go. I have something.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t think to ask if you had somewhere you needed to be.” She looked sad. “No need to help clean up. You get to where you need to go.” She stood by the sink.
He should take her at her word and leave, but he couldn’t leave her looking down. “I’m right where I want to be. What if for tonight you pack a bag and we go to my place for the weekend? There is a farmers’ market nearby, and we could go there Saturday morning. What do you think?
“Sounds good.” She leaned into him and gave him a kiss.
“Pack enough stuff until Monday. I know you have to get back to your place to work on your designs.” He stood in the doorway
“Ok. You better go.”
“Ok. Come here for your good morning kiss.”
“No, you need to go.”
“I won’t leave until you come over here.”
“Fine.” She walked over and gave him a quick peck on the lips, then pushed his chest. He didn’t move.
“No. no. no. Like this.” Before she could dart away, he lowered his head and caught her mouth.
He should have just done a short kiss, but he couldn’t stop himself from deepening it.
He walked her backward until they hit the counter and he lifted her up and sat her down on top.
Her legs wrapped around him and he pushed himself into her.
She whimpered and thrust her hips forward, before she broke the kiss.
“Dante, you better go.”
He rested his forehead on hers and took a deep inhale of her sweet and spicy scent and then made himself walk away. If not, he wasn’t going to leave her anytime soon.