Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
And that’s what I’m going to do. I start the shower and wait for the water to turn warm before I step inside. Like the office, only this time it’s intentional, I leave the door open enough for him to see inside.
Dirty thoughts immediately start swirling in my head. First of his tongue brushing against my sensitive areas, then mine running from the base to the tip of his cock. One of those things actually happened, but the other would have, too, if he hadn’t stopped me.
The picture of his enormous cock dangling in front of my face takes over my mind, and my body is quick to follow. My hands slide down my now-wet body, and every touch is an electric tingle that nestles in the warmth of my belly. My fingers dance across my skin until they find their place against the delicate nub between my thighs, and I allow them to do whatever they like while fantasies of the savage one room over scatter through my head.
When I open my eyes to see myself in the mirror, I’m not the only person standing in it. As expected, and as I wanted, Salvatore’s staring straight back at me from the door. He’s naked, with his hand wrapped around the base of his enormous cock. He strokes it back and forth, with lingering eyes nestled firmly between my thighs.
It’s the first time I’ve seen him fully naked, and I love the sight of him. The front of his carved physique is littered with battle scars. Without even trying, every muscle in his body looks like it’s flexing to the point of collapse.
It’s the slab of meat dangling from his waist that has me entranced. Seeing it in his boxers, I knew it was big. But watching his already massive hands struggle to wrap around it fully is confirmation that he’s going to split me in two.
God, I can’t wait.
Rabid, primal growls erupt from deep inside Salvatore as he strokes himself. This voyeuristic longing, a fantasy we both share, it seems, is driving him as crazy as it is me.
“Ah, fuck,” I whimper, and his eyes make their way up to mine. He doesn’t break away from himself immediately. He stays there, watching, moaning, and losing his internal battle to keep control.
“Ah, fuck,” he parrots my words and barges through the door. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“I’m surprised you made it this long,” I tease, feeling the first winding tension of what’s to come nestling in my core. Yesterday’s orgasm against his face was amazing, but I can already tell it’s going to pale in comparison to what the rest of him has to offer.
Salvatore doesn’t reply. His eyes are glazed over with a wild, frantic stare that tells me his mind is on one thing and one thing only. He needs this, and he’s going to take it.
He pulls open the shower door and flings his enormous frame into me. His hands instantly find my hips, and he pins me to the wall. With our bodies so close, his manhood presses against my belly, and I can feel it throbbing in anticipation.
Desperate roars emit from Salvatore, and timid whimpers part from me as our mouths lock in a long, heated embrace. With his grip on my hips, Salvatore starts lifting me up against the wet shower wall, and I wrap my legs around his hips for stability.
The head of his cock smashes against my entrance without needing assistance from either of us. Salvatore bucks his hips, and I release a shrieking moan into his mouth at the hefty weight pressing against my folds.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” Salvatore says between kisses. “A beam of pure, brilliant light.” He thrusts his hips again, and this time, without warning, the tip of his cock slips between my lips.
He doesn’t stop it from going further, even as his legs start to buckle, and we nearly topple over. It glides slowly at first while Salvatore chokes on noises fighting eagerly to break out of his mouth.
My eyes roll to the back of my skull at the overwhelming sensation of his girth filling me to the brim. Every inch it slides deeper, tightens the coil in my core, and scratches the itch of lust and desire that started building up from the second I met him.
Salvatore flings his lips toward my neck, and his tongue starts to trail toward my chest as he sinks into my depths. Using his grip on my waist to lift me higher, his mouth eventually meets my breasts, and he wraps his lips around my pointy, peaked nipples.
I throw my arms around his shoulders and instinctively dig my nails into his back. He groans at the sensation, but he doesn’t sound hurt. It’s more like I’m throwing fuel to his fire, and the way his tongue flicks over my nipple and his hips start to buck feverishly confirm it.