Hot Night
1937 Words
Dario POV
His resistance snapped—and his dominance took over.
“Get on my bed,” he growled.
Madeline’s eyes sparkled, but she didn’t speak. She just turned and walked slowly, hips swaying, bare skin glowing in the low light.
He followed, eyes locked on her perfect ass. f**k, he couldn’t wait to bite it.
She smelled like soap and vanilla—fresh from his shower. In his shirt. In his home.
She was clean, bold, and waiting to be ruined.
And Dario?
He was done pretending to be good.
Madeline crawled onto the bed slowly, teasingly, hands and knees sinking into the sheets as she made her way to the pillows… giving him a perfect view of her ass and her already glistening p***y. When she turned over, her head resting on the pillow—there was a smirk on her beautiful face.
Dario slowly rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, and put one knee on the bed. Madeline started to meet him half way but he caught her wrists mid-reach and pushed her back onto the bed, hovering over her.
“You sure you want this, Madeline?” he murmured, voice low and rough against her ear. “Because if you do… you’ve just awakened the beast.”
Her breath hitched. “And I don’t do soft.”
“I don’t do soft either.” She smiled dangerously.
He grabbed his tie from the chair. “Hands up, baby. I’m going to ruin you.”
“Good girl,” Dario praised in a hoarse voice. He let his eyes slowly trail down her body, pausing at her breasts. He cupped her breasts in his hands and closed his eyes, silently cursing. They fit in his hands perfectly, before he let his thumbs graze over her n*****s.
The response was immediate. Madeline’s back arched off the bed, a moan slipping from her lips.
“These belong to me now, you hear me?” he growled.
He leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over her n****e—but paused, eyes locked on hers.
“Say it,” he repeated, voice low and dangerous.
“They belong to you,” she whimpered.
God, she’d been so confident before, but now? She was putty in his hands.
Dario’s mouth closed over her n****e, licking and sucking slowly—before moving to the other with equal attention.
“Dario,” she whispered, breathless.
He smirked against her silky skin, then began kissing down her body at an agonizing pace.
Her stomach. Her hips. The sensitive curve of her inner thigh.
When he reached her soft, glistening core, he pulled back just enough to look at her.
She tried to close her legs—they always did—but Dario clucked his tongue.
“You want to come?” he asked, dark eyes glittering. “Then you open your legs for me.”
Immediately, her legs snapped open, giving him the full view he was looking for. “Your p***y is so f*****g perfect.” He leaned down and flicked his tongue out, tasting her. “And you taste so f*****g good.”
“Now…tell me what you want me to do to you, and don’t leave out any details.” Dario spoke in a low, commanding voice, “but remember, my c**k is off limits for now. I’ll only use my hands and tongue,”
Madeline stared at him for a moment, before a ghost of a smile grazed her lips.
“I want you to lick me until I forget my name,” she whispered. “Then use your fingers… stretch me until I’m begging for more.”
Dario’s c**k throbbed at the visual alone, but he stayed locked in, mouth hovering just above her slick heat.
“Good girl,” he murmured, dragging his tongue up her slit—slow, deliberate, and devastating.
“Now keep those legs open. And don’t stop moaning for me.”
“Good girl,” Dario murmured, dragging his tongue up her slit—slow, deliberate, and devastating.
She gasped, legs trembling, hands clutching the tie holding them in place.
He circled her c**t with the lightest flick of his tongue, just enough to tease. Just enough to make her hips twitch upward in search of more.
He chuckled against her. “Stay open for me.”
She moaned, high and breathless, but obeyed. His hands slid beneath her thighs, pulling her closer, her arms stretching above her head. He wanted her spread and vulnerable. He wanted to ruin her for anyone else.
And then he dove in.
His tongue flattened against her c**t, licking slow and steady, while his fingers teased her entrance—first one, then two, stretching her gently. She was so wet, so f*****g ready for him.
When he curled his fingers just right, her whole body jolted.
“God, Dario—”
He growled, low and rough. “You like that, baby? My tongue on your c**t while I f**k you with my fingers?” She nodded frantically, voice lost to the pleasure.
He kept the rhythm steady. Controlled. Driving her higher with every flick, every curl, every slow drag of his tongue. She was close. So close. Her thighs tensed around his shoulders.
Then he pulled back.
“Why’d you stop?” she gasped, hips chasing him, her hands trying to break free.
He looked up at her, lips slick, chin wet, and smirked. “Because I want to hear you beg for it.”
Madeline’s eyes flared. Her mouth opened, then closed. She swallowed hard. She was defiant—and debating with herself. He could see it in her eyes. He quirked an eyebrow at her, before she opened her mouth.
“Please, Dario,” she whispered. “Please don’t stop. I need to come. I want your mouth on me—I want to fall apart for you.”
That was enough.
He went back in with a growl, sucking her c**t hard, fingers thrusting fast and deep.
She cried out—raw and wrecked. Her hands tangled in his hair, her thighs trembled—her orgasm on the surface.
“Come for me,” he ordered. “Let me feel you lose it on my mouth.”
She shattered. Moaning his name like it was salvation. Grinding against his face, riding every wave. He didn’t stop until she was shaking, breathless, limp beneath him.
He kissed his way back up her body, licking her stomach, her breasts, her collarbone—like he was trying to memorize her with his mouth.
“You taste like heaven,” he murmured in her ear. “But I need more. I need to feel you around me.”
She was still breathless, dazed—but her eyes opened, dark and shining.
“Then take me,” she said it like a challenge. “I want all of you.” That broke him.
Dario stripped fast—every motion deliberate, hungry. Madeline didn’t look away, her eyes tracking him like prey. When he dropped his boxers, her lips parted slightly.
He smirked. “Yeah… that’s going inside you.” She bit her lip, and he nearly lost control all over again.
He sat back, reaching for the drawer beside the bed. Tore open the foil with his teeth and rolled the condom on, his c**k aching from how long he’d waited.
He looked at her—flushed, panting, wrecked—untied her and growled, “Turn over. On your hands and knees.”
She obeyed instantly, and Dario settled behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other guiding himself to her slick entrance.
“Ready?” he rasped.
Madeline looked over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded, lips parted.
“Do it. Ruin me.”
He thrust in deep—slow, unrelenting—and paused, feeling her stretch around him.
“f**k,” he groaned, jaw clenched. “So f*****g tight.”
It wasn’t an exaggeration. She felt like heaven—hot, wet, gripping him like she didn’t want to let go.
Her fingers curled into the sheets, her back arching beautifully.
“Move,” she whispered. “Please.”
He pulled out halfway and slammed back in, and the sound she made nearly undid him.
Dario f****d her like she asked for—rough, deep, steady. Every thrust was a punishment for every wink, every moan, every moment she’d teased him tonight.
Her cries filled the room, mixed with the slap of skin on skin and his name falling off her lips like a prayer.
He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back just enough to growl into her ear, “You wanted this. Don’t you dare run from it now.”
“I’m not,” she gasped. “I want it all.”
He gave it to her.
She came once. Then again—legs shaking, body collapsing onto the bed. But he wasn’t done. He flipped her onto her back, kissed her hard, and drove into her all over again.
By the time he finished, her voice was hoarse and his body was wrecked.
Madeline chuckled after yet another orgasm—the both of them catching their breaths, before she rolled off the bed, standing on shaky legs as she reached for her dress.
“Where are you going?” Dario asked, voice still hoarse.
“Home.” She didn’t look at him. “I got what I wanted, didn’t I?” she turned and smirked.
He sat up, grabbing his pants but not moving to put them on. “It’s after midnight. You’re not going anywhere alone.”
She smiled over her shoulder. “What, scared something might happen to me?”
“Yeah,” he said, dead serious. “You never know who’s out there. It’s not safe.”
That shut her up.
“Stay,” he said. “I’ll take the couch.”
Maddie blinked. “Why?”
“Because if I sleep next to you right now, I might forget that I’m not supposed to fall in love with you.”
Her mouth opened. Then shut.
She dropped the dress.
“Fine. You take the couch.”
Dario took a quick shower and plopped down on the couch, sleep overtaking him immediately. It didn’t happen often that he met his match, but Madeline? She had satisfied him beyond comprehension.
But later that night, Dario was woken up to a wet, warm, tight mouth sliding over his hard c**k. He groaned and looked down to find a head of dark hair bobbing up and down. When she looked up, her eyes were full of heat, before she let him go with a pop.
“Sorry,” she moaned, biting her lip as she looked up at him. “I was horny again… couldn’t help myself.”
“Get on my lap, and take what you need,” Dario ordered—his c**k rock hard. Madeline didn’t waste time and straddled him—her p***y taking him like a champ. She dug her nails into his shoulders as she took him, inch by inch.
“f**k,” she breathed, nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m never going to get used to your girth.”
Her hips rocked. “Guess I’m just going to have to keep trying.”
God help him.
She wasn’t supposed to mean anything. She was supposed to be off-limits, forbidden, a one-time indulgence.
But everything about her was burrowing under his skin—her mouth, her laugh, the way she never flinched when he barked orders. Maddie wasn’t afraid of him.
She was going to ruin him.
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