Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I watch as her hand comes closer, and her fingers wrap carefully around the base of my cock.
So fucking good.
“Harder, baby.” She tightens her grip, but it’s not nearly enough. “Much harder.”
Her fingers become a vice, and I let out a satisfied groan.
“Suck the head while you stroke my cock,” I order.
Her eyes flit to my face, and her lips close around the swollen head.
Jesus fucking Christ. Erotic doesn’t begin to describe the view I have.
As she sucks me into the heat of her mouth, her hand moves slowly up and down.
I’m not going to last long.
“That’s it, baby. I love watching you take my cock.” My hoarse words give her a confidence boost, and she sucks harder, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head.
I shudder from the intense pleasure, and it only takes the sight of her cheeks hollowing out to push me over the edge.
“Pull away, I’m going to come,” I warn her, but for the first time, she doesn’t listen to me, and as I start to jerk in her hot little mouth, I watch as she swallows my release.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, my body shuddering from the pleasure.
When she’s taken every drop from me, she lies down on top of me and takes a deep breath.
I wrap my arms around her and press a kiss to her hair. “You’re such a good fucking girl, it’s killing me.”
She doesn’t reply to my comment, and as the light fades in the room and night creeps in, I feel her muscles relax and her breaths even out.
Realizing she’s fallen asleep on top of me, a smile spreads over my face, and I whisper, “I’m going to make you love me so much that you can’t live without me. I’ll become your god and the one you pray to.” I pull my fingers through her curls. “And I’ll love you like you’re my salvation.”
Hours pass, and when I’m pretty tired myself, I maneuver myself out from under my sleeping wife before I lift her bridal style to my chest. I carry her naked body to our bedroom and carefully lay her down on the bed.
She stirs and mumbles something unintelligible.
Bracing my hands on either side of her head, I lean over her and stare at her parted lips.
I could kiss her right now, and she’d never know.
The temptation almost overwhelms me, but at the last second, I pull away from her and walk into the bathroom.
Chapter 21
Tori
When I wake up, I find myself alone in bed. It takes a moment before I remember I fell asleep on top of Angelo.
He must’ve carried me to bed.
I don’t know how to feel about everything that’s happening. Let’s just say I’m cautiously optimistic right now.
As I turn onto my back, I see the phone I bought yesterday lying on Angelo’s pillow. I reach for it, and when I unlock the screen, there’s a message. I open it, and a smile tugs at my mouth as I read it.
Angelo: My cock misses your mouth. Enjoy shopping for clothes and anything else you like.
Not knowing what to reply, I keep reading the text over and over.
After a while, I give up and just type something generic.
Vittoria: Morning. I hope you have a nice day.
I climb out of bed and quickly fix the covers and pillows before heading into the bathroom so I can take a bath and get ready for the day.
When I’m lying in the balmy water, my thoughts turn to Angelo. I lift my left hand and take a closer look at the wedding band on my ring finger.
It’s only then I see the same inscription that’s on Angelo’s ring.
A & V.
I appreciate what he did last night. I mean, at least he’s trying to get to know me and not treating me like crap.
Suddenly, I think of something I can text him, and I grab the loofah and soap. I quickly wash my body and hurry out of the bath.
With the towel wrapped around my body, I pick up my phone and see he’s read the first message I sent.
I quickly type the words and watch as he instantly reads it.
Vittoria: You asked about my childhood last night. One of my happiest memories is of my father enjoying the first plate of food I made when I was fifteen. Since he passed away, no one has appreciated the effort I put in. I just want to say thank you for enjoying the dinner I made. It meant a lot to me.
Within seconds, he replies.
Angelo: You’re welcome, baby. I can’t wait to see what you make for dinner tonight. I’ll be home at five p.m. sharp.
A smile curves my lips, and feeling a little better about my uncertain future, I put the phone down and get dressed.
When I leave the bedroom with the phone in my handbag, I go in search of a cup of coffee.