Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“My turn,” I purr as I drop to my knees and pull his belt free, discarding it before I unbutton his pants and lower the zipper. When I do, his straining cock springs free, and I can’t help but admire it. He’s bigger than Bobbi, who was the last person I was with. And that was before Bentley was born. I wonder if it will hurt. I’ve only used toys during the previous five years, and they’ve done the job well enough, but I know they haven’t prepared me for this man. Not with a sizeable cock like that.
“I don’t need you to please me. I told you, I’m here to taste and consume all of you, Posie.”
“Yes, but we take turns,” I say charmingly, looking at him in a way that most men can’t deny. “Do you not want me to touch you?” I whisper. I put my hands behind my back and lean forward to kiss the tip of his cock. He mumbles something under his breath, and I look up at him.
“No touching.” I throw his words back at him. The tendon in his neck looks like it’s about to snap. He must fucking hate me when I tell him what to do, but he permits me to touch him with one curt nod of his head.
Leaning forward again, I take his cock in my mouth and suck while swirling my tongue around the tip. He groans, and I move my head up and down, pleased at the sounds vibrating through him.
I keep eye contact because I know how much he needs that, and the intensity of it is staggering. Tears well in my eyes, but I continue taking him to the back of my throat. He speaks in Italian, and I’m sure it’s mostly curses. His arms and pecs flex as if reminding himself to keep his hands behind his back.
“Stop.” I’m surprised at the harsh demand, but I sit back on my heels. He steps out of his pants, now completely naked. “Stand.”
I try to hide the smile begging to bloom on my lips. Of course, this man can only give away control for a few minutes. But I do as he says, and I’m curious to see what else he might do to me.
When I’m on my feet, he circles me, his fingers sensually caressing my bare skin as if appraising me. As if wondering what to do with me.
“What do you want?” I ask when I can’t handle the tension anymore. I swallow hard when I get another glance at his massive cock.
“You, Mostriciattola.”
“Then why aren’t you taking me?”
I can sense his smirk as he comes to a stop behind me, and I’m surprised by the warm touch of his lips on the back of my neck. He trails kisses along my shoulders while one hand snakes around my stomach to pull me against his hard cock, causing it to poke against my asshole. He cups my breast and then squeezes, and I shudder at the stimulation of his aggressive hands and marking kisses. I’m not used to this type of attentiveness.
“Do you want me to stop?” he growls.
“I’ve been told I can’t use a certain word in this house,” I reply huskily.
His mood shifts as he comes around to face me. “Do I intimidate you?” he asks. I think about that question as I glance at his hand possessively gripping my hip. I can sense the moment he puts that ice wall between us. I don’t mind it because I’m so used to doing it myself with everyone else. But right now, it feels easier to speak truths than lies.
“Maybe a little,” I confess.
“You hide it well,” he says, then spins me to face him. He picks me up, and my legs automatically wrap around his waist. When he walks me up the stairs, I notice a lounge area with a large black couch and a TV mounted on the wall. He’s staring at me, and it’s hard not to stare back at him. Words unsaid. Intensities matched. A fire that I want him to put out between my legs, but I’m positive it’ll only create an insatiable craving instead.
I would never admit it, but I like the way he carries me. It makes me feel small, almost protected, something I haven’t felt in a long time. Instead of a mother or a stripper, I’m simply a woman being carried in a man’s arms. Not just any man’s arms either.
I lean back and meet his gaze. “Do I intimidate you?”
He turns left and strides into a dimly lit room, which I’m assuming is his bedroom. When he lowers me, my ass lands on something soft, and I realize it’s his bed. He doesn’t bother turning on a light as he reaches into the drawer and pulls out a condom. I almost think he’s not going to reply to my question as I watch him rip it open with his teeth and then slide it on. When it’s in place, he looks back at me.