Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“Enzo,” she rasped. “I want you to fuck me. Now.”
Although I was dying to get inside her, I took my time, torturing her as I moved slowly up her body, kissing her as if I wanted to make sure my lips had been on every inch of her skin. Finally, she got impatient enough to reach beneath my arms and try to yank me up.
I laughed. “You’re awfully impatient, Mrs. Moretti. I’m still working my way through the script. I think now is when I tell you—”
But then I struggled to speak, because she reached down and put her hands on my cock—both of them. She worked one up and down my shaft and used the other to tease the crown. It had been so long since someone had touched me that way, I was momentarily paralyzed by how good it felt.
And then—and then—she scooted down between my legs so that I was kneeling over her face. While I stared down at her in utter disbelief, she angled my dick toward her mouth and ran her tongue around the tip. I fell forward, bracing myself with two hands on the headboard. Thank fuck I’d turned on that lamp.
“I didn’t know this was part of the show,” I managed.
“I’m improvising.” Her breath was warm on my skin, and my entire body shuddered with pleasure, with anticipation, with surprise.
Beyond stunned, I continued to watch as she licked around the crown, sucked on just the tip, ran her tongue up and down my length. My breathing grew heavy and fast as I battled for control, fighting the compulsion to shove my dick between those ruby-red lips I’d been obsessing over all day. All week. All month. Fuck it, ever since she’d moved back here and started messing with my head.
But soon she made it happen on her own, lifting her head to take my cock into her mouth, using her hands on my ass to pull me closer, take me deeper. I groaned from deep in my throat, agonizing over how good it felt, how hot it looked, how desperately I wanted to let go and fuck her mouth with total abandon.
Unable to stop myself, my hips began to rock slowly above her, my stomach muscles flexing. She flattened her palms on my hip bones and slid them up over my abs, moaning with pleasure. It was too much—her pale hands with those red nails, her lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue gliding against my thick, hard length. Even the ring I’d put on her finger turned me on.
She was mine.
Mine.
Mine.
My grip on control slipped away. My desire outpaced my manners. My hips moved faster, harder, my cock hitting the back of her throat. Bianca’s noises grew more helpless and panicked, but she didn’t push me away. Her eyes closed for a moment, and I watched her struggle to breathe, and it shouldn’t have turned me on the way it did. I felt like a god and a monster at the same time. When she opened them again and looked up at me, I nearly exploded.
But if this was a one-time-only exception to our deal, I wasn’t about to let it end this way. Pulling out of her mouth, I grabbed her and yanked her up again.
“You didn’t let me finish,” she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Because that’s not how this ends.” I slipped my fingers inside her again, finding her warm and wet. “Should I wear a condom?”
“Do you want to?”
I hesitated. Probably no guy ever really wanted to, but I was not into being reckless where sex was concerned. I always, always wore protection.
But tonight felt different.
“No,” I said.
“Then don’t.” Those wet, red lips curved up. “If I got pregnant, it would save us time and money.”
“I’m definitely into saving time and money,” I told her, replacing my fingers with my cock. “But mostly I just want to know what it feels like to be inside you.”
Her eyes closed again as I moved with long, slow strokes, each one deeper than the last. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be bare inside her and said a quick prayer I’d be able to last until she had at least one more orgasm.
“I want to make you come again,” I whispered, my voice gravelly with need. “Talk to me.”
“You’re perfect,” she said, her face buried in my neck. Her hands moved down over my ass. Her breathing was hushed and quick. “Don’t stop. I love the way you move. I love how deep you are. I don’t have words for what it’s doing to me.”
Gratified, I kept the rhythm steady and my body tight against hers. Despite the difference in our height, we fit together perfectly, and I loved the way she moved beneath me, like she wanted this as much as I did. Her fingers dug into my skin. Her teeth on my shoulder. Her breath on my skin. Her hips bucking. Her voice growing louder and more high-pitched. My name on her lips. Her skin sweaty and slick against mine. Friction. Tension. Need. Heat.