Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
My control, already a frayed wire, snaps. I surge up from the desk and stalk around to her.
“Is that little show for me, piccolina?” I hardly recognize my voice, it’s so gravelly.
She looks over her shoulder with mock innocence.
That’s what undoes me—those big baby blues blink with total sex kitten appeal.
She’s wearing her hair back in a messy bun today and I wrap my hand around it and pull her up to her knees. I’m already on my knees on the floor behind her, but I don’t remember getting there. I wrap my arm around the front of her and cup her mons possessively, still forcing her head back against my shoulder.
“Are you trying to drive me crazy, Sondra Simonson?” I rub over her slit and find her panties already damp with arousal. “I don’t think you understand what you’re about to unleash.” My fingers slide under the gusset of her panties to make contact with her wet flesh.
She lets out another of those gasps that drive me insane.
“I understand.” I put my lips up against her ear and speak as I rub a slow circle around her swollen clit. “It wasn’t fair of me to spank you without giving you a reward, was it?”
She moans.
I screw one finger into her wet channel.
I release her hair and move my hand to slide in the zippered opening of her dress.
She’s already shaking and bucking, ready to blow.
“I ought to fuck you until your teeth rattle for getting me so horned up.” I curl a second finger into her and pump lightly. “But I suppose I owe you this release, don’t I?”
Her pussy is so juicy and responsive, my eyes are rolling back in my head. And that’s just from fingering her. I will really lose it if I put my cock in this girl.
“Are you going to let me make up for scaring you the first time we met, bambina?”
Her only answer is a breathy moan.
I pull my fingers out of her and swat her pussy. “Are you? Answer me with words, baby.”
“Yes!” There’s surprise and annoyance in her voice and more than a little desperation. It makes me smile.
“Good girl.” I tap her clit. I’m dying to taste her, especially now that I’ve decided it’s my duty to reward her. I let her go and put my hands on her hips, applying a little gentle direction. “Crawl over there to the couch, baby. I need to get these panties off you.”
There’s zero hesitation. She’s totally and completely mine. She obeys without a hint of embarrassment, crawling to the couch, then stopping and turning, probably to see how I want her. Fuck, this girl makes me crazy.
I push her torso down on the seat of the sofa and pull the skirt of her dress up. This is how I wanted her before. Ass bared for her spanking.
I yank her panties down her thighs and she scrambles to kick them off. Only a few red splotches remain from where I slapped her before. I don’t hold back. I spank her ass, the loud crack of my hand against her bare flesh echoing through the room. I lay five hard slaps down, then stop and rub.
I can tell by her gasps it hurt, so I lean over and kiss each cheek. “You okay, baby?”
“Um…”
“You want more, or was that enough?”
She’s quiet for a moment and I’m suddenly sick to think I took it too far, but then she says in a small voice, “A little more.”
“That’s my girl.” I give her three more, then rub her pink skin. I definitely want to fuck her now. And I mean fuck her in the dirtiest, nastiest way. Like hold her by the hair and bang into her until she screams for mercy.
But I’m not going to.
I promised her a reward, and I intend to give it.
“Sit up on the couch and spread those sexy thighs,” I direct.
She scrambles up to comply and I get a good look at her face. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes glazed. Her hair is messy with a just-fucked look. It’s a picture I’d love to see every goddamn day for the rest of my life.
But that’s not an option.
Rein it in, Nico.
I can’t have this girl. I mean, I could. I’m Nico Tacone, owner of The Bellissimo, capo of the Tacone crime family of Chicago. I can take anything I damn well please.
But I can’t.
Not this girl.
She deserves a real man. Someone she could marry and have art historian babies with. Not a crime boss who’s been pledged to another since birth.
I push her knees wide and get an eyeful of that pink heart I’ve been fantasizing about.
Gotta taste.
I reach my hands under her thighs to palm her ass and pull her closer, right up to my mouth.
The moan she lets out intoxicates me. I take one long, slow lick, parting her labia as I travel upward, toward her clit. She jerks the moment I make contact with it and makes a needy, whining sound.