Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
He lets out a groan as he moves closer for a kiss. He pauses with our noses touching, the sensation tempting us to sink even deeper. “Is my perfect woman saying what I think you are?”
“Hmm,” I nod, my core flaming hotly, my clit feeling so sensitive as it rubs against my underwear. “I want you. I need you.”
“I’ve needed you since the moment I saw you,” he growls. “It was all supposed to be a game, an act, a scam, whatever you want to call it. But the second I saw my shy, sassy woman with flushed cheeks and a perfect smile, I knew I had to have you.”
He wraps his arms around me, lifting me off my feet and carrying me like husbands carry their wives over the threshold.
“I don’t want to think about tomorrow,” I say, throwing my arms around him. “The future can go to hell. It’s just me and you.”
“Me,” he groans, “and you.”
We kiss as he holds me effortlessly in his arms, making me feel weightless as I drag my hand through his hair, trying to get as close to him as possible. My nipples ache as our bodies rub together like something primal and savage is trying to fuse us.
“We need a bedroom,” he says passionately.
Nerves threaten to overtake me, but they have no place here, standing between us. “I was just thinking the same thing. Just don’t drop me,” I tease as he turns away, hurrying down the hallway.
“You don’t have to worry. I’m never going to let anything bad happen to you. I’m going to keep you safe, Elena, forever.”
The word forever sparks more passion in me, even if it might be a lie, even if this might end tomorrow.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
DARIO
When I lay her down on the bed, she sits up on her elbows, her hair falling beautifully onto the bed, her breath coming quick and making her chest rise and fall, highlighting the sumptuous curves of her breasts. She’s wearing loose-fitting PJs and no bra. Her perky-as-fuck nipples poke through the fabric.
“Is the door locked?” she whispers.
“It’s like I told you in the limo,” I groan. “Nobody gets to see you like this. Only me.”
“Like what?” She sits up. “Naked, you mean?”
“Oh. My. God.”
My voice wavers as she stands up, pulling her shirt over her head. She bites her lip as if anxiety is warring with her, but then she grabs her shorts and wriggles out of them. She stands in front of me naked, her wet haven glistening, her thick thighs tempting me.
“Your turn,” she says, her old sass back with full force.
My hungry flesh couldn’t be harder. I tear my shirt off, buttons popping, then grab my pants and yank them down. My lust springs up, precome flinging from the head, making her gasp. Then I move closer, my tip stroking against her stomach, smearing precome over her perfectness.
“You’re the only woman I ever want,” I groan. “The only one I’ll ever need.”
“There’s no ever here,” she murmurs. “Just now. Just us. Kiss me, Dario.”
As if I need any goddamn encouragement, I slide my hands around her naked body and sink against her, gently pushing her onto the bed. She whimpers in a ball-tingling way, causing my length to jerk.
Reaching down between our bodies, I bring my hand to her core, stroking her tender folds and then pushing my thumb against her quivering nub. She breaks off the kiss with a warm gasp, her eagerness driving me to more lust. I rub her quicker, with more pressure, with more attention.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers. “I think I’m already …” she gasps.
I sit up slightly so that I can watch the sudden orgasm move through her. She looks like she’s been waiting for this since the last time we were intimate, as though all the mayhem and darkness have let the desire build up in her. Her entrance grows wet as she spills her juices all over my hand, her clit throbbing as I rub harder, quicker, hungrier.
Her tits quiver seductively, making me lean down and bring her nipple into my mouth. This lengthens her orgasm, turning her moans into music I’ll never get tired of hearing. She twitches against me, shifting her hips, grinding against my hand.
“You’re so wet for me,” I growl.
“For you,” she moans. “Just for you …”
She gently wraps her hand around my rigidness, stroking me, making my length ache with the need for a real unleashing. I groan and suck her nipple even more greedily, smearing wetness all over her sex, knowing her virgin hole is ready for me, knowing she’s going to take every inch of my fat, rock-hard dick.
“I don’t want to wait anymore,” she moans. “I’m done waiting. I want this. I want you.”
“I love you,” I groan, kissing her neck and finding her lips again.