Dante walks over, gets on the bed and lowers to suck my breasts, alternating from one to the other.
“I don’t want to be in trouble with you.” He smiles.
“Then you know what to do to me.”
“I know exactly what to do to you,” he says circling his tongue over my right nipple. He then flips me over , back on to my hands and knees and lands one powerful hand on my ass making my body jolt forward and aroused at the same time.
“bad girl,” he spanks me again and it feels so good. “Is that off guard enough for you?”
“Yes,” I moan.
One more spank and a lance of sexual energy rocks me to the bone, stirring that deep-rooted hunger I have for him to life. Warmth floods the walls of my pussy when he runs his fingers over my ass and plants little kisses over the area he spanked. A low moan slips past my lips, husky and helpless from the primitive force that aches for him to be inside me again. He straightens and spears me with his merciless cock, plunging into my heat.
When he starts moving inside me I know we won’t be leaving here today.
Mom cooked dinner this time.
She made a feast of honey roasted chicken and spring vegetables. All my favorites, and I spotted a peach cobbler on the counter top in the kitchen when I first arrived. I love these meals we have. We try to have them at least twice a
month but sometimes it only happens once.
She always tries to cook when we have dinner like this, but sometimes it’s the chefs.
One thing I’ve always admired about my parents is that they never went too wild when they came into their riches.
They have a modest house, and they only have staff here like maids and chefs because they’re both so busy.
Mom is a historical romance author with a movie deal under way, and Dad has Bradleys.
I’ve always loved too that Dad is always so supportive of Mom in her dreams too. They’ve been good example of love to me.
We’re sitting around the table and it’s like we could be that family again from the past.
Matt and Jeff are sitting next to each other, Dad is at the head of the table , with Mom to his right and me next to her.
It’s nice and now that I look at all of us we still seem like the young family we used to be. My parents were married at eighteen. I never really thought about how hard it must have been back then, and at the time Mom had Matt. He would have been one when they got married.
As I watched them all I hope that my decision to be with Dante won’t tear us apart. I would hate that.
The evening wears on and we all listen to Matt talk about the campaign he’s setting up for some clients in Singapore who keep changing their minds. He and Jeff are both on those high profile projects. Dad trust them with anything like that. I get the feeling that he would only trust me as far as he can throw me, which is not good.
I don’t know if it’s watching him look so proud of them or the occasional comments of disdain he keeps sending my way but I haven’t eaten much.
My plate is still full and I only took a little bit of the chicken and some salad.
“Jesus Rachel, don’t tell me you’re on a diet again,” Matt huffs when he looks at my plate. He shakes his dark blonde head at me. “Look at you, you don’t need to be on a diet.”
“No sis, please and don’t tell me it’s the diet where you just have chicken and a slither of lettuce,” Jeff adds pointing. That’s what I have on my plate.
“No, I’m not on a diet.”
“Then eat up,” Mom joins in. She looks me over with worry and does that thing she used to when she has to lean over and feel my forehead to check if I have a fever.
“Mom, please,” I laugh. “I’m fine.”
“You do feel a little warm.”
“I’m okay.”