Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
With a hard thrust, I embed myself in her.
She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders as she starts working her hips. Already chasing her release, she works my cock, my mouth making slippery sounds on her tits as I bite and suck the stiff peaks.
When I reach between us and thumb her clit, her hips buck more wildly, but I keep the rhythm, my cock sliding in and out so perfectly I think I might lose my mind.
She freezes, her hips locking, and when she starts to come, I claim her mouth again, swallowing her sexy sounds as I let go and fill her with my seed. I coat her, marking her as mine. I’ll do it over and over again. Because no one has fascinated me the way she has. In one unexpected moment on the rainiest day of my life, she took my heart.
I never want her to give it back.
20
Maddie
My legs dangle off the side of the counter, my feet not touching the ground. Renato’s face is buried between my thighs from behind as he kneels on the kitchen floor. His tongue is everywhere, not missing any part of me. I cry out his name as I come. I grip the side of the counter, needing something to hang on to as the orgasm flows through my body.
Renato rises to his feet, the sound of his zipper coming down loud in the room. A second later, he thrusts inside of me.
“Still so damn tight.”
I whimper. It’s the only thing I can do. My body still feels like mush. One second I was sitting and having breakfast with my husband and the next he was ordering everyone out of the kitchen. Seconds later, he tossed me onto the counter and began eating me for breakfast.
“Renato!” I squeal when I feel something start to press into my bottom. He doesn't stop thrusting in and out of me. I turn my head to look over my shoulder at him to see his hand lying on my back, his thumb easing inside of me. I never thought I would like something like this, but I’m finding I love everything Renato does to my body.
“Tight here too, little bird.”
I can’t even form words to reply to him. But my body does respond. My hips push back, making a wicked smile light up my husband's face. “I’ll have my cock here too one day soon. You’re going to let me. Aren’t you, little bird?”
“Yes,” I admit. When it comes to my body, it belongs to Renato. He’s given me the greatest pleasures in life, and I trust him to keep giving them to me.
“Such a good girl this morning.” His other hand slips around to the front. His fingers go to my clit. The man is now everywhere. It’s too much to take.
My sex locks down around his cock as I start to come again. Renato growls my name as he thrusts deep inside of me before he stills his body to come with me. His warmth spills deep inside of me.
I notice he often does that when he comes. He pushes as deep as he can get and then remains there, making sure his release stays in me for as long as possible before he slips himself back out.
I lie on the kitchen island, unable to move. Renato leans down and presses soft kisses to my lower back as he pulls himself from me. I whimper when I feel his release trickle down my thighs. He bends down, pulling my panties back up my legs before putting my dress back down to cover me.
“I loved my breakfast. It’s the best meal I’ve ever had.”
I snort a laugh. He holds out his hand to help me slip off the counter. Once I do, I turn around to face him.
“You’re a brat.” I try to glare up at him.
I’d tried to make him breakfast this morning. He’d taken a few bites before I asked how he liked it. A few of his men praised my food. I think they were lying, but it was sweet that they were trying to be nice. Renato, however, wouldn't let on what he thought.
So I ignored him while everyone else went on pretending to enjoy my rubbery eggs. That ended with him ordering everyone out of the kitchen and me bent over the island where he ate me.
“If you don’t like my food, you can say that.”
“What I don’t like is sharing your attention,” he mumbles, making my heart melt into a pile of goo.
“Renato.” I grab his shirt and pull him down for a kiss. “I’m going to keep trying. I’ll get better at breakfast, and then I’ll just make you special breakfasts.”
“We have a cook that can come in, little bird. It’s not your job to cook, but I do want to know more about these special breakfasts that you have planned for me.” He licks his lips, making me laugh.