“You found it, didn’t you, baby?” I nod my head and make the same movement again, feeling every nerve ending in my body light up.
Dante grabs at the neckline of my dress and jerks it down, revealing my black lace bra which he quickly shoves down as well. His hands completely cover my tits, and he pinches and squeezes my nipples while I work myself over on his pulsing member. His hands on my tits feel so good that I inadvertently thrust them into his face, begging for more. He takes my hint and covers one nipple with his mouth, sucking it in and swirling it with his tongue.
The new sensations only drive me on, and I move faster, panting in my exertion. I can feel myself approaching my orgasm. It’s like I’m running toward the cliff but can’t quite get there.
As if sensing what I need, he grabs my ponytail tightly and pulls my head back, exposing my neck to him. He nuzzles me in the spot he knows drives me wild. Someone is chanting Dante’s name over and over again, and it takes a moment before I realize that someone is me.
Almost simultaneously, his hand moves to where our bodies are joined together, and he presses down on my clit, hard, while his teeth nip at the delicate skin of my neck. “Come all over my cock, you dirty girl.”
Apparently, that’s all that I need to finally reach the finish line. I scream, letting it echo throughout the cab. My body tries to curl in on itself as my orgasm rips through me. I hold on to Dante’s shoulders for dear life as I ride it out. The entire time he’s firmly rubbing my clit with his thumb, prolonging the sensations that are causing me to collapse in on myself.
When I finally come down, Dante grips my hips and holds them steady. He starts thrusting up into me. His pace is rapid, harsh, and exhilarating. I knew he was holding back, letting me explore, so I’m happy to let him have this time to be in control of my body and use it for his own pleasure.
He’s jackhammering into me from below, and I’m doing what I can to stay upright, my tits bouncing relentlessly in his face. He catches a nipple in his mouth once again and gives it a sharp bite. The dual sensations are working their magic on me, and I can feel another orgasm building from deep inside.
I bury my hands in his hair and hold him against my chest, encouraging him to continue playing with my aching nipples. I’m so lost in my haze of desire I don’t even think twice as I whisper in his ear, “Come inside me, Dante. Fill me up with your cum.”
That seems to do it for him, and he slams me down on top of him. I can feel his cock pulsate inside me, his cum coating my walls, which sends me into a second orgasm. The walls of my pussy milk his cock, eking out every last drop of him inside me.
By the time we’ve both come down from our highs, we’re each panting and damp. I’m not sure if the wetness is sweat or from the rain we ran through. He’s pulled me into his chest while leaving his cock planted deep inside me, even as I can feel it softening. He’s stroking my hair and nuzzling my neck, making me feel cherished.
“Violet, I...” He trails off and I pull back so I can look at him. I wait patiently for what he’s about to say. He shakes his head, clearing it. “You’re amazing. You know that, right? These past few months have been like a dream.”
I give him a soft kiss before pulling back and looking into his eyes again. “For me too.” I wish I could say so much more.
TWENTY-ONE
Dante
I almost told her I loved her last night.
The evening had been so perfect, and when it was topped off by that amazing sex in my truck, all I could think was that I could do this forever. I wanted to tell her I loved her so badly, but at the last second, self-preservation kicked in, thank fuck. Besides, I’d made enough admissions for one night. Between calling her my girlfriend, admitting that I’ve wanted her for the past year, and sharing how happy our time together has made me, I already felt exposed and vulnerable. It’s not a feeling I’m used to or comfortable with yet.
But there was one thing that I did realize last night. I can’t go on like this. I want Violet in my life. Permanently. I’m going to have to figure out a way to make that happen. How am I going to convince this young, vibrant woman with her whole life ahead of her to hitch her wagon to a man who’s already lived a full life, already had a family? I don’t know the answer, but I’m sure as fuck going to find out. The only thing I know is that I’m not letting her go.
Why would I? So she can date idiots her age like that Tyler kid that doesn’t seem to have a clue she’s not interested? Or maybe she’ll finally go out with some of the men her mother has lined up for her, so they can get married and have their own family? That thought makes me feel physically ill. No, there’s nothing left to do but to convince her to stay with me. I just have to come up with a plan.
You would think that her admitting to me she’s had a crush on me all these years would make me feel better, and to a certain extent it does, but it also makes me worry that this thing between us might be her just living out a schoolgirl fantasy while I’m playing for keeps.
I know she wants children. She told me once that being a mother was the thing she wanted to be with above all others. I thought I was done with that phase of my life. The dirty diapers, midnight feedings, all the crying, none of it appealed to me. But when I think about doing all of that with Violet, well, it doesn’t seem so bad. In fact, it feels almost right. Like maybe I’m the man that’s supposed to make her a mother. It sounds crazy, even to me, but the thought of having a baby with Violet stirs something inside of my chest that I can’t describe. If that’s what she wants, then I’m willing to give it to her.
I know that one of the major obstacles is going to be my own daughter. She’s been pushing me hard toward getting back together with her mother, and it just isn’t going to happen. Even if I wasn’t in love with Violet, I would never get back together with Amanda. Even if she hadn’t cheated on me, we were never right for each other. I’m just going to have to find a way to ease Bianca into the idea that Amanda’s not the one for me. Then after a while I can tell her I’ve started seeing someone and can eventually introduce her to her own best friend? Fuck, that doesn’t sound like a good idea either.
I know that even though it will be tough, Bianca and my relationship will bounce back. Even if it’s not exactly as it was before. We have a deep bond, and I don’t think there’s anything that could sever it completely. She may be pissed at me for a while, but she would get over it. Probably.
I’m more concerned about her relationship with Violet. She told me once that she couldn’t lose Bianca, and I believe her. Violet doesn’t have much of a support system. Her parents are useless, so she’s basically created her own family with Bianca and Hollie. I’m more worried that Bianca might never forgive Violet for what we’ve done. To save her familial relationship with me, she may shift all the blame to Violet. I know I can be an emotional support for Violet, but I’m not so out of touch to believe that I’m all she’ll need. She’ll need her family, the one she created for herself.
I’m not sure the best route to take, but I know that even if I can convince Violet we belong together, we’ll have to tread lightly when it comes to both of our families. I decide to just give myself some time to think over how to handle both Violet’s parents and Bianca.
Sure, there will be other people out there that frown upon our relationship. They’ll say shitty things about me and even worse about Violet, but they don’t matter. What do I care about what a bunch of strangers on the street think? I’ll do my best to shield her from it, but I won’t let them be the reason that we aren’t together. But a little voice in my head reminds me that while I can handle it, Violet might not be able to. She’s so shy and nonconfrontational. Maybe the things people say will slowly wear her down until she’s ready to be rid of me.
It was hard leaving Violet this morning. I’m finding that every morning I wake up with her curled against me inmybed that I want it to beourbed. She was curled up on her side with her fist tucked firmly underneath her chin and her long black hair spread out across her pillow. I wanted to wake her up and fuck her for the next hour, but I knew my crew was waiting on me and that she would have to wake up to get to class soon.
I’m doing my last walk-through on the Kamber Street project before we bring in the homeowners. I’m not surprised when everything looks on point. Jake and his team have done an excellent job.
The house is almost unrecognizable from the run-down, dreary place we first walked into. Now, practically every inch of the interior has been gutted and redone. The house is full of light and modern touches. I know my clients are going to love it. I give them a call and arrange to meet them at the house tomorrow to walk them through everything that we’ve done.
The project was on schedule, and we finished just in time because I already have another job lined up for this crew. I’ve been lucky that business has always been pretty steady for me. I have great word of mouth from previous clients, and anytime Archer has a smaller job at one of his boutique hotel’s he throws it over to us, not because we’re friends but because he knows that we consistently do great work that comes in on time and on budget.