Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Another ghost of a smile. “Open your legs, Lenora. I want to taste you.”
My pulse jumped. Shakily, I managed to open my legs for him. I felt so vulnerable. I was so naked. He was so dressed. No one, besides my doctor and wax technician, had ever seen me like this. In boarding school, no guy would come near me. In college, the few guys I could sneak into my dorm shoved their hands down my pants and fumbled around while I did the same to them. Only one of us got off every time, never me. This felt too personal. Rocco went down on his knees and pulled my body to the edge of the bed. I watched as he kissed the insides of my thighs and made his way to my core.
“Such a pretty pussy, Lenora,” he said, his breath tickling my folds.
It was the last thing he said before his mouth was on me. The stroke of his tongue lit a fire inside of me, unlike anything I’d ever known. With it, he stroked my clit and my folds, moved down to the opening, and fucked me with it. My hands flew to his hair as he moved back to my clit. He groaned against me, grabbing my ass and lifting me. I watched him devour me as he made noises of approval in the back of his throat. It was almost too much. My grip on his hair tightened, and I began to roll my hips.
“You like fucking my mouth, Lenora?” he asked, his voice low.
My eyes widened as I nodded and gasped again when he hit a specific spot. He made another sound of approval as he pulled my clit into his mouth and sucked, his eyes finding mine as he flattened his tongue against me with enough pressure to bring me to orgasm. My legs trembled, and my head thrashed side to side as I squeezed my eyes shut and rode out the wave; all the while, he continued to lick me. He stood slowly, kissing my thighs and stomach, pulling my nipples into his mouth again as his fingers stroked me where his mouth had just been. I was sensitive when he rubbed his thumb on my clit, but when he dipped one finger inside and then another, I thought I might explode. He pulled back to look at me as I gasped and moved my hips with his rhythm.
“You like fucking my fingers?” he stopped pumping his fingers suddenly, and I gasped for air.
“Yes,” I breathed, moving so he’d continue.
That earned me a wicked grin. He pressed his thumb against me again and, this time, went straight to that magic spot. As I thrashed on the bed, coming against his fingers, he brought a hand to my mouth. In the back of my mind, a part of me panicked at the thought, but that was pushed away when my eyes rolled back as he pulled another orgasm out of me. When I opened my eyes to look at him, he watched me with unmasked desire as he licked his fingers. My face heated, and that earned me another wicked grin. I reached for him, needing to touch any part of him — his face, his hands, anything — but he stepped off the bed, completely out of reach. He pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor. I sat up on my elbows, heart pounding as I drank him in. There were light scars on his sides and chest as if someone had taken a knife to him. The scars did nothing to ruin his perfectly sculpted body, but I instantly wanted to find the person responsible and kill them for hurting him like this. As I ogled the lines of his chest and muscled arms, he lowered his sweats and stepped out of them. His cock was hard and thick, and I knew there was no way he would fit inside me, as he set his hands on my knees. He’d break me in half. I must have stared at it for too long, because he squeezed my knees to get my attention.
“It’ll fit,” he said, as if reading my mind.
“How?” I asked, my words a rasp from not using my voice. He shot me a lopsided grin that melted my insides, but he didn’t respond.
“Sit up.”
I did.
“On your knees.”
I did. The position put my face right in front of his cock. I licked my lips, wondering how it would feel in my mouth. I looked up at him.
“May I?” I whispered.
“Fuck.” He sunk his fingers into my hair and gripped me at the nape so I’d look him in the eyes. “You want to suck my cock?”
“Y-yes.” I licked my lips.
His grip tightened. “Say it.”
“I want to suck your cock.”