Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
He noses at my clit before sucking on it firmly in response to my movements, and I almost sob in relief as my orgasm pulses through me.
My chest heaves up and down dramatically while I ride out the waves of my release, and Santi removes his head from between my limp thighs and sits up on his knees before me. He releases his grip of my hips, and I watch through half-open lids as he lifts the backs of one of his hands up to his face and wipes away the remnants of my pleasure from his mouth and chin.
Fuck.
For half a beat, I think that Santi might have settled somewhat by having me come right against his mouth.
Yet, as I look up into his lust-blown green eyes, I can still make out that wild glint, and the thought of whatever it is that he’s going to do to me next has me biting down on my bottom lip.
His gaze follows the movement, and I listen to the sound of him heave out a long, low breath before he towers above me once more. He places his hands on either side of my head in order to support his weight and looks down at me for a moment.
For the first time in a long time, I see no softness in his gaze.
Still, there’s a part of me that knows that all I would need to do is summon him - nudge him away or shake my head or say no - and he’d return; my soft, gentle Santi, the man who loves me and cherishes me, the man who handles me with such care and tenderness.
But I don’t want that. Not right now. I want this part of him; I want the rough and the wild and the desperate, I want the unrivalled passion and the heated lust.
And more than anything, I want him to take me like this: spread out before him, pliant and willing, right here on the floor.
His eyes search mine, and for a moment, I wonder what he’s thinking. Whether he’ll break the silence, whether he’ll move at all.
And then he opens his mouth.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
Before I can react, he thrusts his hips roughly against mine and buries his large, thick cock inside of me in one single, quick thrust. The combination of my arousal and his saliva serves as the perfect lubricant to ease his entry, and without warning, Santi allows his head to drop down to the column of my throat.
He lets out a low groan against my skin before he begins to pound into me with earnest, his thrusts clumsy and lacking any identifiable rhythm as he brutally fucks me against the hard surface.
My mouth falls open in pleasure, but no whimpers or moans escape my throat. Instead, I revel in the sound of his naked flesh smacking against my own with each sharp thrust of his hips.
My eyes had squeezed tightly to a close once again at some point, but they widen dramatically when Santi suddenly withdraws himself from deep inside me. I barely get the chance to whimper or really miss his cock, though; because before I know it, I’m being effortlessly flipped onto my side and then onto my stomach, presenting my ass up to him as my nipples brush against the cool floor.
Santi’s hands move to grip tightly to my ass cheeks once again, and he uses that grip on me to shift me quickly into the air. A surprised squeal escapes my lips, but I move compliantly and willingly onto my hands and knees before him, sighing in pleasure as he lines his thick cock against my entrance once more.
I’m caught off guard when he doesn’t plunge inside of me immediately, and I wait for a few seconds before I raise my head from the floor -
And my breath catches in my throat as my reflection peers back at me.
I had completely missed the mirror hanging on the wall next to the en-suite bathroom, and my cheeks flush with heat at the sight.
Santi’s green eyes meet with my own in the mirror, and I can’t help but appreciate how huge he looks behind me; this large man with his tanned skin and broad shoulders, taut biceps and defined abdomen.
Unfortunately, I can’t actually see his cock given that the tip of it is currently brushing against the entrance to my pussy, but I know that it’s a glorious sight to behold, too.
One of his hands remains tightly gripping my ass whilst the other begins to tickle its way up the length of my naked back, and I find myself shivering, almost cooing at the pleasurable feeling. His thick fingers find purchase in my long, blonde hair, and my eyelids flutter at the feel of him slowly but surely beginning to wrap the wavy strands around his broad wrist.