Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“Look at those juicy gorgeous thighs of yours,” he growls. “You really are a horny girl, aren’t you? Have you been waiting all your life to meet a man like me, Aida? Have you been waiting all your life to feel the pleasure you’ve only read about?”
I nod, my throat closing with the force of his words, my thighs pressed together hard so that I can drive some of the tension into my aching pussy.
“But …”
“But what?” he snaps.
“Not a man like you,” I breathe. “Just you, Arturo.”
Light glints in his eyes. He smirks.
And then he reaches across and softly runs the back of his hand across my cheek, as though I’m his pet, and the crazy part is I want to be his pet, at this moment.
Later – one day – hopefully, we’ll be something else.
But right now, with my pussy on fire and my thighs flooded with a million searing points, I want to be whatever the heck he needs me to.
“Are you still close?” he asks, softly caressing my face.
“Y-yes,” I whimper.
“Good.”
In an instant, the affectionate Arturo vanishes and the mafia monster takes his place.
He pounces onto the bed and grabs my thighs, lifting me so that my lower half feels as if it’s being dragged all the way to the ceiling. He doesn’t stoop to get access to my pussy. He just raises me up until I’m pressed right up against his face, my torso lying lopsided, my shoulders pinned hard against the bed at the unusual angle.
“Argh,” he growls, opening his mouth and taking my sticky needy pussy, his tongue darting all over the place, his growls and feral thundering noises getting louder and more compulsive.
All I can do is twist and squirm, trapped in his predator’s hands.
He grabs my ass cheeks and squeezes them hard, pulling me harder against him, as though he wants to sink into my pussy.
He licks my clit and my lips and then slides his tongue inside of me, pushing it deep, fucking me with it, in and out, over and over until the fierce burning becomes a cataclysm that claims my body.
Everything tears apart.
A pause—a breath.
I’m whimpering and moaning and I can’t stop myself from making any noise, no matter how angry it will make him.
All I can do is press my thighs against his shoulders in an effort not to fall from his embrace.
His fingers sear into my ass cheeks, overlaying the flesh he spanked with new euphoric stinging places.
I shift against him, gasping, unable to even moan now.
He pushes deeper with his tongue, his lips pressed up against my pussy, consuming me like the juices of my core are his life essence.
“Ah—ah—ah …”
The orgasm slams into me with the force of a lightning bolt, captivating me, throttling me.
I twist and writhe against his mouth, my hole fluttering around his tongue. He moves it in savage circles inside of me, as though trying to get close to that secret place inside of me, the one that’s clapping her hands right now, throwing a freaking party because this is it, she tells me, the first step that will make me a mother to this man’s children.
That thought sends another wave of ecstasy barreling through me.
“Oh, God,” I whimper as the orgasm starts to slow, as my bodily sensations return to orbit, as my breathing settles and I’m left panting on the bed.
Arturo lets me go, dropping my thighs to the mattress.
He stands up, his lips glistening with my wetness.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he breathes. “But you made a mistake, Aida.”
“A m-mistake?”
“You moaned without my permission. Now I’m going to give you a real reason to moan. I’m done messing around. There’s no sense having an eager fuck toy if I’m not going to make use of you. It’s time you learned what it’s like to have your man inside of you. You hear me? Your fucking man, because if anybody else ever touched you, I’d put them in the dirt. Tell me, Aida. Tell me you want my dick.”
“But what if I can’t?” I whisper, voice torn. “What if you’re too big? What if—”
“Enough,” he growls, leaning down and gripping my thighs, his night sky eyes burning into me. “You want it. I can see that. So don’t worry about anything else. All you need to do is have a wet, willing hole and be here, looking sexy and curvy as fuck, looking like the best meal a man could wish for. And you’re already doing all of that. Let me take care of the rest. Say it, Aida—say it now.”
I press my hand atop his, unsure of if I’m trying to beg for some release from his dominator’s grip or beg him to squeeze harder against my lust-stinging skin.
“I want it,” I moan. “Freaking hell, Arturo, I want it so bad.”