Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I grinned, hearing an unspoken “yet.” Then I gasped again as he drove into me harder.
He was watching me carefully, making sure I wasn’t in pain. And yeah, there was a little discomfort there—but there was a lot more pleasure.
I clutched at his massive biceps as he thrust into me. This time, I felt the full weight of his balls nudging my ass, and I knew he was fully seated inside me, or nearly so.
My moan filled the room. I tried to tighten my inner walls, to massage his cock, but there just wasn’t room. I was just too full.
And I loved it.
“More,” I gasped, but he stayed still, one eyebrow raised. “More, please,” I begged.
His grin was carnal as he pushed into me again, and his eyes glinted as I cried out.
I lost myself in his gaze, its intensity pouring oil into the fire of my desire. It was more than a turn-on to maintain eye contact with him. His brows furrowed and his face contorted with pleasure as he filled me up again and again. His breathing grew nearly as ragged as mine and I clutched his muscular shoulders like I was holding on to them for dear life. He was a powerful man with a powerful body, and let’s face it, an extremely powerful cock. I guess I did still have new things to learn about anatomy, or at least about male anatomy.
Like how damn good it felt to be this filled. Each long, tantalizing thrust was meant to satisfy me and make me crave more.
A whole lot more.
I dug my heels into his hard body as he drove in and out of me. I already felt on the verge of orgasm, but Cesare was taking no chances. “Rub your clit,” he demanded.
My hand encountered all kinds of wonderful sensations as I snaked it along his sculpted body. But then I found my clit and rubbed it, harder than I usually did. I tried to move my finger the way he’d moved his before in the kitchen.
“I want to feel you come around my cock.”
Cesare’s mouth locked with mine once again, moments before I felt the initial flutters of my orgasm. My whole body was on fire from his long thrusts. My senses were in tune with his as he pounded into me, our gasps and moans almost in unison.
He somehow pushed in even deeper, and my clit relished the increased friction. And then my orgasm was right there, boiling under the surface. Rational speech left me, but I caught his eye, a silent question on my face. He nodded and I exploded, my body thrashing under his as he drove all the way inside me and held himself there. His thick cock pulsed, an immovable rod holding my core steady as the rest of my body shook and trembled.
“Fuck!” he shouted as he came. The sound was deafening in the small room, or maybe it was because of the blood thundering through my veins.
The force of my climax threw my head down into the sheets. My arms went limp as wave after wave rocked my body from top to bottom. I jerked up and down in quick succession, my eyes shut as his big, stiff cock filled me more than anything had ever.
“Fuck, yeah!” Cesare growled, holding himself inside of me for one more endless moment. And then he eased back, leaving me breathless again. Because suddenly, I felt empty, like something was missing. But before I could process the loss, he took me in his arms, rolling me on top of him as he collapsed at my side.
He stroked my hair and held me to him, and it went a long way toward curing the sense of loss I’d felt when he pulled out.
Soon, my cheek rested against his powerful chest as my breathing slowed. He stroked my hair and I wanted to stay there in his arms forever.
There were literally a thousand things I could have said to him.
About how good he’d made me feel. About how amazing it had been to not be in control. About how much I wanted to do that again.
But then an absurd thought hit me, and I bolted upright on the bed. “I wonder if they tried to deliver the Chinese food.”
Cesare chuckled and pulled me back down onto his chest. “I heard a knocking on the door at one point in the kitchen, but I had an appetite for other things.”
“Me too,” I said as I relaxed against him. “I’ll make sure they get a big tip.”
“Good.”
My strength left me as I snuggled against him. I was all but purring as he stroked me. This body heat, his hard muscles, his arms wrapped around me—it was all perfect. Too perfect. A wave of drowsiness washed over me. But I couldn’t fall asleep. I hadn’t even given him anything to eat. We hadn’t talked. This wasn’t how I’d planned for this evening to go.