Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
I tense in his hold. My question is challenging, not giving away how scared I suddenly am. “Do I get a say?”
“Only about if you’ll let me inside your body.” Those steely blue eyes gleam with dark determination. “But if I fuck you, I’m coming in your pussy.”
I gasp at his boldness. No man has ever said anything so primitive to me while making it sound so hot.
Mistaking my shock for the negative kind, he says, “What’s going to happen? You’re already pregnant. I’m clean. I can show you the test results.”
He just happens to have test results? Exactly how many women does he fuck? “Do you often test for STDs?”
He locks his jaw. “I did the tests when I broke up with—” He continues curtly, “It doesn’t matter. I’ve been using condoms since.”
My temper gets the better of me again. “So because I happen to be pregnant, my pussy is convenient?”
A predatory smile curves his lips. “I’m sure your pussy is far more than convenient. I have no doubt it’s exquisite.” Letting my wrists go, he dips a hand beneath the towel and trails his palm up the inside of my leg. “I’ve only come inside one woman in my life, so that should tell you just how enticing that pussy of yours is.”
I gasp when he brushes his fingertips along the seam between my folds and my thigh.
Letting his gaze play over my face, he says in a deep, low voice, “And you’ll keep every drop I spill inside you until I say you can let my cum leak out.”
His dirty talk has my head spinning. It feels as if I’m drunk. On lust. I hold my breath, quietly begging for a deeper touch, and just when I think he’s going to give me what I want, he reverses the path of his fingers, leaving goosebumps on the inside of my thigh and the back of my knee.
“So, my treasure, what have you decided?”
I want to take this risk, but my answer isn’t without reservations. “Yes.”
His eyes tighten with clever observation. “Are you saying that because you’re scared of me and afraid to say no or because you really want this?”
“Does it matter?” I ask in a breathless voice.
“Very much.”
He could’ve already had me by force or by free will. “Why?”
“Because I really want you to want this,” he says, the light in his eyes serious. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
And that’s what sways me, what makes me reach for the edges of the towel that’s folded over my breasts.
He lets me go and sits back, comfortable in letting me know he’s getting ready for the show, how greedy he is for a glimpse of my naked body. I’ve never had a complex about the way I look. I like my figure, but uncertainty sweeps through me as I loosen the ends of the towel. Saverio isn’t an average man. He looks like a god. He must be used to having the most beautiful women in his bed, models and actresses, women who look and dress like Elena and the others at After Dark.
But he wants me, and he wants me to want him too.
More than anything he’s wanted.
That’s what he said.
So I drop the towel.
He moves a ravenous gaze over me, starting at my breasts and ending on the junction of my thighs. His eyes are feverish with lust when he locks his hands around my waist and drags me closer.
He burrows his face in the valley of my breasts. “You smell so fucking delicious.” Inhaling deeply, he says, “Like sunshine. Summer.” He cups the side of my breast, brushing a thumb over my nipple. “So soft. Like silk.”
My nipples are contracted from the sudden exposure to the air, but his soft caress turns them harder.
He looks up, catching my gaze. “You’re fucking gorgeous, and I already know you taste delicious.”
Wrapping his fingers around my waist, he lifts me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him. He leans forward and sucks a nipple deep into his mouth. Pleasure hits me right in my core.
He lets my nipple go with a pop and then kisses the other one before framing my breasts between his palms. “You have beautiful tits.” He looks at my face. “Are they sensitive?”
I nod.
“I’ll be gentle.” He takes his exploration lower, smoothing his hands down my sides and stopping on my hips. “Show me your pussy. I want to see what it looks like.”
Heat blooms over my cheeks.
“I’ve been dying for a peek, but in that regard, I’ve been a good man—just for you. I resisted.” His smile is mischievous. “I think I deserve a good look, don’t you?”
I’m sitting on my knees with my thighs spread. Everything is pretty much on display. “Aren’t you getting it?”
He clicks his tongue. “Not by a long shot.”