“I should feel some type of way about that,” I laugh.
“You were an adult when I met you, Ava. It’s not like you were a kid and I watched you grow up,” he laughs. “Also, Hannah used a picture of the two of you in her dating profile. I assumed it was you I was meeting. She didn’t have an age listed so I didn’t know either way.”
“So, you thought you… a thirty-five-year-old… was meeting an eighteen-year-old?” I ask.
“You didn't look that young but yes,” he says. “I didn’t hear you complaining last night.”
“You had my mouth covered, so of course you wouldn’t have. Although, I guess that’s a way to get around being told no,” I laugh.
“Would you have said no?” he asks.
“No, but you definitely bruised my cervix,” I say, and he laughs. The last bite of my food and set my bowl down. “What do you want?”
“You,” he says simply.
“I’m serious,” I frown.
“I am too. I want you, Ava. I want to finally catch her so that I can divorce her and her not take half my fucking paycheck. Then… I want to get away from her. What I did last night I wanna do to you every night for as long as you’ll have me,” he says.
“You mean…”
“I meant it when I said that you are mine, Ava,” he says as stands withhis bowl.
“Danny called me a fat whore when I told him I wasn’t interested anymore,” I say as I follow him back into the house.
“Well, he’s scum. Fuck him.”
Dante checks to make sure Mom is gone before coming over to me at the sink. He puts his hands on either side of me and softly kisses my neck. I drop my bowl and he chuckles. “Keep washing dishes.”
“Dante,” I whine when he pulls my leggings down and spreads my legs apart.
“Don’t stop,” he says as he leans me over the sink.
“Or what?” I ask.
“Or I won’t go easy on you twice,” he whispers in my ear.
“Prove it,” I say as I shut the water off. Dante growls and turns to me so he can pick me up. He has me slung over his shoulder and smacks my ass hard as he carries me to my room.
He kicks my door shut before flipping the lock, then tosses me on my bed, making me giggle. He takes the rest of my clothes off before getting out of his and goes to my dresser.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Looking for your little battery-operated boyfriend that I know that you use here while you think of me touching you,” he says. “Ah ha.” He pulls out my wand massager and I groan.
“You’re going to kill me with orgasms,” I say.
“You have lube,” he says with a conniving grin.
“Yeah. Sometimes people use lube,” I laugh.
“Has anyone ever taken your ass?” he asks as hewalks closer.
“No,” I say quickly and try to scoot away from him. He laughs at my lame attempt to get away as he flips me to my belly and pins me with his hand between my shoulders. He shifts me so that I am bent over the side of the bed with my feet dangling and the wand is pressed against my clit but pinned in place.
“Dante, wait. Wait. You’re way too big for me… oh God,” I moan loudly when he turns the wand on. “You’re too big. Please… Fuckfuckfuck. Oh my god. Yes.” He turns the wand on high to shut me up and I immediately start to come.
“Relax, sweetie. I’ve got you,” he says as he spreads lube on my ass. When he teases me with the head of his cock, I know that he’s about to surge into me.