Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Is this what you want?” I slip one of my fingers down her ass crack and into her pussy.
She clenches around me, barely able to answer. “Yes.”
I smile, pleased with myself. I’ve always been able to bring her to release without really having to do much of anything.
“Good. Now bend for me,” I order, nudging her forward, so she’s at an angle with her ass in the air and her knees digging into the edge of the couch. Her heavy breathing surrounds me, causing my dick to rise. Down boy. That sweet cunt will be ours soon.
“Please…” she begs, her eyes pleading with me to give her the release she so desperately needs. I smirk at her, feeling as wicked as ever.
“You come when I let you.” I settle into her, licking my way from her ass down to her throbbing clit. Every suck, every vibration against it causes her to moan out loud, her pleas filling the room.
“Please, Lorenzo… Please,” she screams, her legs wobbling as I suck her clit into my mouth, and at the same time, slip two fingers into her slick pussy. She’s beyond fucking ready for me, and this pleases me more than anything.
“You want to come?” My words are filled with sex and desire. She pushes back against my mouth, which earns her a slap on her ass, her bottom growing redder.
“Yes, please… I—” She doesn’t even finish her sentence. I pull my fingers out of her and remove my mouth from her pussy.
“I want you to ride me,” I demand, falling onto the couch next to her. She smiles, pleased that she’s going to get what she wants. I grip her hips, lifting her from her position and onto my awaiting erection. I’m more than fucking ready for her.
She watches me between partly closed eyelids as she slides down every single inch of my cock. Her body molding to mine as if months and miles had never separated us. I stare deeply into her eyes, watching her hips grind into mine. She’s exhilarating, a woman who at one point and time I felt I didn’t deserve.
“Fucking ride me, Amara,” I growl, fueling her as I wrap my hand around her hair and pull her face into my own. Our foreheads press against one another as I challenge her to give me every single piece of her.
Her lip quivers as I feel my balls aching; the need to come is so strong, I’m not sure I’ll last. With one last slam against me, she comes. Her walls clenching hard. My own release soon follows, filling her to the brim with cum.
She’s mine. She’s been mine from the moment I saw her, and that will never change.
Amara
Waking the next morning, my body is thoroughly worked over, a delicious soreness consuming me, reminding me of the previous night’s events, for the entire day. Enzo watches me, his eyes lingering on every curve of my body, from the tips of my toes to the longest piece of hair on my head.
Every time I catch him looking at me, a zing of electricity shoots through me. I haven’t felt this way with him in what seems to be years. How one single look can lead to sex on the kitchen counter, or how one small innocent smile can have me against the wall, his cock driving into me at a pace that is almost painful is exactly what I have been longing for.
He let go a little last night. Gave me a tiny bit of what I wanted, but not nearly enough. I want him to be rough like he used to. I want him to own my body, demand and take it.
“When I first met you all those years ago, I knew you would be an enigma. The one thing that would cause my world to tilt a little bit more toward the light,” Enzo admits gruffly as he settles into the chair at the computer desk.
“Why is that?” I pop a cherry into my mouth. He stops typing, his eyes lifting to mine.
“Because when you came into my life, you were nothing but a debt. You gave yourself to me as payment, Amara. I never expected anything to come from our transaction, and that was my biggest downfall.” I frown. I hate thinking about him viewing me that way—as a downfall.
“You think if you had expected something of me, it would be different?” His eyes narrow, frustration settling into his features.
“I think if I had wanted something from you, things would be different. The fact that I didn’t expect you to be so defiant, the fact you didn’t give into me but held your ground told me you were different, and that alone saved you from being something else.”
“Oh…” I pluck another cherry out of my dish. Water droplets fall from it as I watch Enzo’s eyes hone in on one dangling cherry. I slowly lift it and place it into my mouth. My teeth sink into the fruit, the cherry bursting in my mouth as sweet juices assault my taste buds.