Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“What were you thinking, baby?” Blood hums through my core. I should be too bone-tired for this but I’m very awake now. The image of her lying in my bed, her legs spread, touching herself while mewling my name like a lost little kitten drives my heart into a frenzy.
“About your fingers in my mouth. And something else.” She whispers like she’s afraid of what she’s saying. I can almost feel the heat radiating from her cheeks. She’s so easily embarrassed for a woman who grew up in the mafia, and I love that about her. There’s a strange innocence left in her, and I think about how she was setting up her own life before I came in and dragged her away from it. She doesn’t belong with a man like me. A man with hungers.
But she drapes her arms around my neck, her hands against my chest, and she kisses the corner of my jaw.
“Tell me more,” I command as I lift up my hips and tug my jeans off. I’m stone hard and I grip myself through my boxer briefs. I know she can see what I’m doing as I slowly release my cock and grip the base.
“I thought about the way you fucked me,” she whispers in my ear, peppering my neck with kisses. “I liked it when you bent me over and took me from behind like you couldn’t wait another second. You were so hard and you felt so good inside of me. I felt like you were going to rip me in half.”
I stroke myself nice and slow. “Did you like that, baby? Did you want me to break you?”
“Yes,” she says, and it comes out as a strangled moan.
“Why?”
“Because it felt good.”
I stroke myself faster. “You like it when I take what I want, don’t you? You like it when I glide my cock between your lips and make you thank me for it.”
“I like it when you lick my pussy,” she says and that word, pussy, it sounds so delicious and filthy coming from her. I stroke faster now, groaning. “I like when you make me taste myself.”
I reach back with my other hand. I grab the back of her head, digging my fingers into her hair as I stroke my cock. “You’re going to get up, you’re going to get on your knees, and you’re going to put your hands behind your back. I want you to open your mouth and look at me. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she says.
“Move. Now.”
I release her. She obeys and comes to kneel in front of me. She’s wearing a thin tank top, her nipples stiff, and a pair of dark panties, and she puts her hands behind her back as instructed, her pretty mouth wide open.
I stand and press the tip of my cock against her tongue. She doesn’t move, only looks at me, the image of perfect obedience.
“Beautiful girl,” I whisper and press myself deeper into her mouth. She responds by hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard, and I groan in absolute ecstasy. The image of her down on her knees letting me slowly fuck her lovely mouth is enough to make me want to come on her tongue right this instant, but instead I growl and drag her to her feet.
“Let me see you,” I command as I pull off her clothes. I kiss her neck and tongue her stiff nipples as I grip her ass, suddenly starving for all of her. I want to bury myself in this girl and feel every line and every curve of her gorgeous skin. “I need to feel you, Stefania.”
She whimpers at her name and kisses my chest. “I’m not hiding.”
And she’s right. She’s on display for me, her curvy hips and smooth thighs and that gorgeous little pucker between her legs. I guide her to the bed and she wraps her knees around my neck as I devour her pussy, tongue gliding up and down, tasting every inch of her, starving for this in a way I’ve never imagined.
It’s so fucking easy, licking her and sliding my fingers inside her, and it doesn’t even occur to me that I’ve been with Stefania now more often than I’ve ever been with another woman in my life. I’ve never let this happen before, because once I commit, I commit for life, and I thought I’d be able to hold a piece of myself away from this girl.
Instead, as she comes on my mouth, I realize how fucked I am. How deeply and truly fucked I’ve become.
I hold her hands down as I take her. She grinds her hips against me, whispering how much she loves when I fuck her, how badly she wants me deep inside, and I tell her how incredible she feels and how good she looks and how badly I want to fill her to the brim. I make her moan and beg, and I make her come a second time before I finally give in to release.