Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“Hungry?” Luke asks, his eyes moving between Sophie and me.
“Don’t tell me you can cook on top of strangling people?” I finally get into a seated position, pulling Sophie between my legs. Her floral scent washes over me, making it easier to breathe. Everything is easier with her in my arms.
Luke laughs. “I’ve got an entire resume of things I’m good at.”
Sophie shakes her head, and I’d bet anything she’s smiling right now.
“You two are going to be good friends. I can already tell.”
“What are you talking about?” I whisper into Sophie’s ear. “We’re already best friends.”
***
With Sophie’s belly full, both of us showered, and Luke settled into the guest bedroom down the hall, I can finally do what I’ve wanted to do all fucking day.
“I know that look, Roman.” Sophie licks her lips, her blue eyes full of need. She was teasing me in the shower, stroking my dick and rubbing herself against me.
“And what does this look mean?” I circle her like a predator stepping into her space, peering down at her. She looks beautiful. Her skin flawless. Dark brown hair wet and sticking to my shirt—the same shirt she wears nearly every night when we go to bed together.
“It means…” she nibbles on her bottom lip, “I’m about to be devoured…” I press a kiss over her throbbing pulse and pull her into my bare chest. Her nipples are already hard beneath the shirt, and I crave to feel them against my skin.
“And?”
“Fucked?” There’s a question in her tone.
“You have to think about that?” I lift a brow teasingly.
“Of course. You are injured, so maybe we shouldn’t—"
“Oh, we should,” I interrupt her, lifting her shirt and trailing my fingers over her smooth belly. “My shoulder is hurt, not my cock, baby.”
“Still, Mac says to take it easy, so why don’t you do just that, lie back down on the bed, and let me do the work,” she says in the most seductive voice I’ve ever heard come from her mouth.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Sophie?” I wink, taking her hand into mine as I pull as toward the bed. I release her hand and grab the waistband of my boxers, shoving them down to the floor. My already hard cock springs free.
“No, Roman. I’m trying to tame you. You look like a wild animal right now. We both know there is no need in trying to seduce you.” She nudges me backwards, and I lean against my arms while she drops to her knees on the floor.
Fuck me. My queen on her knees before me, that perfect mouth wrapped around my cock. This has to be a fucking dream.
Her slender fingers wrap around the base of my cock, her big blue eyes on mine as she leans in, parting her pink lips to take the tip of my dick into her perfect mouth. Hot, wet heaven touches the head of my rock-hard cock.
“Fuck…” I hiss out through my teeth, feeling like I might come at any given second. How the fuck did I get so lucky? Her soft tongue swirls around it like I’m a fucking lollipop in her favorite flavor. She sucks the tip for a short time. She is a little timid at first, which makes it even hotter when she gets more adventurous, taking my cock as deep is she can.
The tip of my cock hits the back of her throat, and she gags around it.
“Breathe through your nose and swallow with each stroke,” I grit out, feeling the tension in my balls build. I want to come in her mouth once before I fuck her senseless, but if she can’t handle taking me deep into her mouth, I’ll have her anyway I can.
She does as I instruct, swallowing my cock with each deep thrust inside her throat. My fingers sink into her hair, and I find my hips thrusting upwards, forcing her take me deeper.
“Shit, baby…” I growl. “I’m going to come. Do you want me to come in your mouth—come down your throat? Fill your belly with my seed?”
I look down at her for approval. She gives me the tiniest nod, her eyes filled with nothing but deep desire—desire to please me, to pleasure me—and fuck, does it turn me on more.
“Swallow it. Every drop,” I order. My grip on her hair tightens as I continue thrusting into her throat, hearing her gag around my shaft until my balls tighten and a tingle runs down my spine. It feels like I’ve been struck by lightning. My body shakes, an explosion of pleasure coursing through me as I come deep inside her throat, watching through hooded eyes as she swallows every single drop of my come.
She releases me with a pop that resonates through the room, and without thought, I pull her from the floor and into my arms. I kiss her with a frantic need. She is all I will ever need. All I will ever want. She has tamed me, tamed the beast inside me, shown him love and compassion when no one else had. She’s given me it all—and I’ll give her forever.