Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I came suddenly, explosively, my mouth opened in a silent scream, my body arching, my muscles straining, my juices flowing out and dripping into his mouth and running down the sides of his face. I was shocked by the sheer force of my climax. My hands were gripping the headboard tightly and I was still panting harshly while he gently licked at my swollen sensitive pussy.
Inside me, a different kind of hunger grew. I’d seen his cock and I’d already dreamed of it in my mouth. I found myself turning.
“My turn,” I crowed, as I curled my hand around his cock. I loved how he smelled and I couldn’t help leaning closer to breathe him in.
He smelled wonderful.
I took my time and kissed every inch of him. My lips traced kisses up the underside of his balls and up his wonderful length and girth until I arrived at the head. It was already leaking with precum so I lapped it up and savored the taste as if it was the finest wine.
I heard a sharply drawn breath from behind me, After a while he suddenly jerked me up, and put me back on his mouth, sucking harder this time. I cried out, writhed, and tried to get away, but he held me in place and carried on the delicious sucking, driving me to the edge, right to the point I was on the verge of a scream the whole floor was sure to hear.
But just before I was about to fall apart, he released me and deposited me on my back on the bed.
Our eyes met for a brief moment then his lips swooped down on mine. He tasted smoky, of whiskey and me. The kiss was excitingly rough and passionate, almost a demand for my total submission. In the rush of sensations, I lost my mind. All I could do was feel: my heart racing in my chest, warmth flooding the pit of my stomach as the intoxicating scent of sex surrounded us both.
As I unraveled before him, he reached down and slipped a finger in. I tried to contain the mind-numbing pleasure that was rushing through my body as my muscles spasmed, and my pulse raced out of control. Another finger joined the first one, then his thumb began to roll against my clit.
And that was it.
I came so hard I screamed. Or perhaps it was an endless, pitiful whimpering, I would never be able to tell. I recalled grabbing onto him, in search of an anchor because it felt as if I was falling into a deep, unfathomable abyss from which there was no return.
Still, he didn’t stop.
He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of me, firm and precise while his kisses deepened. Sensory overload was what it was and I savored every single bit of it.
Immediately afterward, I needed to move away from him, to give my heart and body the space they needed to recover. He let me and I found a cool spot on the bed and collapsed, an overheated, exhausted sprawled wreck on the bed.
I felt him come over to me. His presence and sensuality were just too much. He held my jaw and once again I was kissed senseless. This one was more sensual than the others and I felt like I would melt into a puddle by the time he was done.
He lifted his head, but before I could speak, I caught sight of his erect cock. I couldn’t resist its call and found myself uncoiling my body and taking the length in my hand. Our eyes locked as I slowly and deliberately circled the leaking head with my tongue. His taste was wonderful … clean and intoxicating. I took the whole thick head into my mouth and sucked hard, but I felt as if I still couldn’t get enough.
My hand began to stroke up and down the silky-smooth rod, my grip firm. His eyes became hooded and his breathing heavy. Soft groans came from deep within his throat.
They spurred me on. I must be doing something right. I continued to pump him, my head bobbing up and down while my tongue licked and lapped up as much of him as I could. It didn’t take long before his hand was grabbing the sheets and he was almost wrenching them off the bed. With a fierce roar, he spilled into my mouth. A steady heated stream that I swallowed eagerly.
I basked in his taste and afterward, I couldn’t help but lay my head on his broad chest to rest. I could hear the steady drumming of his heartbeat and felt cocooned in the warmth emanating in waves from his body. It wasn’t long till exhaustion completely overcame me and I was unable to keep myself awake.
Chapter 25
Dante
That night I dreamed of Marco.