Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Something dark and primal, a gruff sound that was wholly male, came out from deep within his chest. He snarled, baring his teeth as he pinned me down and fucked me harder.
Gio leaned in close and said through a locked jaw, “Good, bella. I want you to be full of my cum. I want it to stick.”
I felt my eyes widen at his words. Oh God, they were going to make me….
The pleasure lit my body up from the inside out until all I could do was clutch on to Gio like he was the only lifeline I needed in the world.
That scared the hell out of me.
And made me crave it all.
“Gesù Cristo.” Jesus Christ. Gio then roared as he came, and all I could do was stare up at him like the god of the underworld he was.
His hand was back around my throat, the force pushing me into the pillow. I could feel his orgasm, felt the thick, hot ropes of his cum cover every inch of me on the inside.
“Gio,” I gasped his name, unable to breathe. He seemed crazed as he found his pleasure but was conscious enough of my safety to loosen his hold so I could suck in oxygen.
With one more full-body tremor through his powerful form, Gio let his head hang as he breathed roughly. He was covered in a light sheen of sweat, the moonlight casting shadows across the masculine lines and sharp edges of his muscles.
He leaned in so I felt his lips brush against my ear, and whispered, “Spero di averti messa incinta stanotte.”
I didn’t know what he said until he repeated the words in Russian.
I hope I got you pregnant tonight.
My body was sated and weak, and my arms were too heavy to hold up as I let them fall back to the mattress on either side of me.
We lay there for several moments just trying to catch our breath, my inner muscles rhythmically clenching around his softening cock. But the longer he stayed buried in me, the more I felt that length stiffen.
“La mia bella ragazza.” My beautiful girl.
When Gio finally pulled out and leaned back so he knelt between my splayed thighs, I couldn’t help but stare at his dick. The slash of moonlight made that very male part of him visible with startling clarity.
His cock glistened with a mixture of my pussy wetness and his cum, but it was the streaks of my virgin blood along the length and at the base of his erection that had a shot of adrenaline rushing through me.
“Continua a guardarlo, bella. Lo renderà solo più duroI.” As if to drive what he just said home, he translated it to English as he gripped his shaft, dragging his palm down to the base of his cock and then back up the length. “Keep looking at it, beautiful. It’ll only make it harder.”
When he got to the head, I bit my lip as I watched a residual bead of cum push out of the slit. He moved up the bed on his knees, now framing me on either side of my shoulders, his cockhead pointed right at my mouth.
“Open up. Lick it clean.”
I was a fiend, it seemed, as I didn’t hesitate to drag my tongue over the tip, even though it was the first time a dick had ever been near my mouth before. I licked away the salty remnants of his orgasm, and then I turned my head and ran my tongue along his length, tasting myself and the coppery tang of my blood.
Gio shifted back before I could properly suck him into my mouth, and then he smoothed his fingers along my overly sensitive pussy. I gasped at how sore I was when he gently pushed the digits into me.
“All of my cum belongs inside of you. Deep inside, bella.” When he pulled his fingers back out, it was to immediately shove them into my mouth. “I want to be deep in your womb,” he said, and I licked his middle and index fingers clean. “And all the way down into your belly, Tatiana.”
I moaned and sucked on him like I couldn’t get enough. Which I couldn’t.
And just as he’d promised when he licked my bloody lip, Gio leaned down and started licking my pussy, cleaning me with his tongue in a clear act of ownership.
And then he was lying beside me, pulling the blankets over us and holding me so close to him I felt nothing but the security, comfort, and safety that only Gio could give me.
I was in trouble. I knew that as he buried his nose in my hair and exhaled like he’d never felt such… comfort himself. I didn't want to believe it was wishful thinking on my part. I didn’t want to imagine all of this, only to have the world turn upside down because it wasn’t the same for him.