Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 142938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“Keep looking at me. I want to see your lips stretched around my cock. It’s so fucking sexy.” It was. Everything about her was sexy.
She obeyed him, slowly opening her mouth and drawing him in. He let her do the work, feeling the suction, the tight hold pressing around him. Her lips had to stretch to accommodate his size. No way she could take much, but her hand worked him, each tight slide sending flames dancing up his cock. Then her mouth suckled strong until he thought the top of his head might blow off. Her tongue took over, flicking, dancing, swirling up and over the head and then under it. Then she licked, getting him wet and starting all over again.
There was no way to last. None. She’d done him in almost from the moment her hand had brushed his body. She was no pro at sucking his cock, but she didn’t need to be. She was Grace. His Grace. He could see her enjoyment shining in her eyes. She was giving him this by giving him herself. Everything she did was for him. Every stroke of her tongue. Her tight suction and the artistry of her tongue.
He pulled at her hair, pulling her off of him with more regret than she’d ever know. “We’re going to stop right here, gattina.”
“No!” she wailed, and he could see the instant rejection of his command in her eyes and with the sudden pout.
Vittorio had never seen that particular expression and he wanted to kiss it off her face. “Yes. When I say enough, bella, I say it for a reason. Stand up and turn around. Ordinarily, I’d want you on your hands and knees, but we’re being every careful of that shoulder and arm. Right now, lie on your stomach, legs over the bed.”
She complied readily, and he leaned over her to make certain her arm was comfortable. Her feet didn’t quite reach the floor if her hips were on the edge of the bed. He liked that. It gave him far more control. Placing his hand on the small of her back to keep her from moving, he guided his very wet and hot cock to her slick entrance. He wasn’t nearly as careful entering her as he had been the first time. He simply drove through her reluctant folds, one hard invasion, the flames rushing over him as her body protested, trying to keep him out of that scorching hot paradise.
Grace sobbed his name and he didn’t stop. That glorious cry drove him on, the desperate need in her almost matching his own. He settled his fingers around both hips and, using his strength, pulled her smaller body into his and surged forward with his hips. Over and over. He closed his eyes and threw back his head, savoring the fact that he could go deeper, that he filled her, stretched her, gave her that burn that was everything she could want.
Her body clamped down, gripping his cock almost viciously, so that when he surged in and out of her, the friction grew, sending both to amazing heights. He had no idea how many times he brought them both to the edge, but when he finally tipped them over, her moans had turned to cries and her body swept his into something close to real paradise. He couldn’t believe the feeling of complete euphoria. For a moment he floated there, while flames licked over his body and centered like a firestorm in his cock.
Vittorio had to fight for air, but the sensations running through his body were worth the lack of ability to breathe. He let himself collapse over her, and when he could he kissed the nape of her neck and then down her spine. She didn’t move.
“I think we’re done tonight, gattina.”
“No hot tub?” Her voice was muffled.
“Bed. Not hot tub. And I’m sleeping with you.” He waited for her reply. He was sleeping with her and he’d find the energy to convince her if necessary.
“All right.”
Her soft consent earned her more kisses and then he cleaned them both up and tucked her into bed, curling his body around hers. She fell asleep immediately and he wasn’t far behind her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
You’ll have to excuse me, Grace,” Vittorio said, brushing a kiss across her knuckles. “Please go ahead and continue your physical therapy while I see what kind of crisis my family is involved in this time.” He poured amusement into his voice, when he didn’t feel in the least amused.
Grace blinked up at him, suspicion in her expression. It was hell not being able to lie to her, especially when every Ferraro was certain that a war was brewing. It wasn’t bad enough that they had to contend with a cunning serial killer, they had to worry about a family whose history was steeped in violence.