Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
He was … huge.
She’d seen him on their wedding night, but there had also been a shot of fear running through her.
He wrapped his fingers around his length, working from the base to the tip, then back down again. “Do you like what you see, baby?” he asked.
She nodded. Words failed her at that moment.
Giovanni closed the distance between them and took hold of her hand. He placed her fingers around his length. “Touch me.”
This was all so new. She wasn’t sure exactly what she should be doing. Up and down, she worked his length, feeling how soft and hard he was.
There was no ink on his length, but there was plenty on his thighs.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
Valentina gasped as he pressed his palm between her thighs.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“F-fine.”
He stroked through her slit, going toward her core, and as he pressed his fingers, two knuckles deep within her, she whimpered.
“Do you feel pain?”
“No.”
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“So good.” She didn’t want him to stop.
His hand wrapped around hers, and he started to move her, working his dick. She quickly opened her eyes because they had shut the moment he started to touch her. With his hand over hers, she couldn’t look away.
He had tightened his grip, but he didn’t appear to be in any kind of pain. If he touched her like that, it would hurt. What she also found fascinating was the way she saw his hand between her thighs. The muscles tensing as his fingers stroked in and out.
Giovanni pulled out of her pussy and stroked her clit, his fingers going to either side of her nub before grazing across it. She couldn’t stop her cry of pleasure as it sent a tidal wave of heat rushing through her whole body.
In a matter of seconds, Giovanni had pushed her hand off his dick, and he was on his knees.
Valentina stared down at him as his mouth went to her pussy, and he began to lick at her. His tongue was so very different from his fingers, and she tilted her head back as the sensations started to build almost instantly.
He grabbed her ass, and even that helped to build toward an orgasm. Only, Giovanni stopped touching her. He eased her down on the floor, spread her legs, and she took him willingly.
She stared up at him as he ran the tip of his cock through her slit. He bumped her clit, making her cry out from the pleasure of it. He did this several times, almost making her come from the constant touch, but he never let her sink into her orgasm.
No, he drew his cock away and went to the entrance of her pussy. Then, inch by inch, she felt him enter her. This time, there was no pain. She didn’t even tense because she was so ready to feel his cock. There was no stopping it.
She cried out as he moved over her when there was about half of him inside.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
Valentina did so, and he slammed the rest of the way inside. She tried to contain her pleasure, but it was impossible.
Giovanni’s lips were at her neck, and he stroked his tongue across the pulse before biting down. Not too hard, but with just enough pressure to make her want more. So much more. It was impossible not to.
For several seconds—it could have been minutes, but Valentina had no idea—he stayed perfectly still. She felt every single hard inch of him, and it was incredible. He was so deep.
He slowly pulled out of her. “Watch me.”
She stared down between her legs and saw his dick start to reappear, slick with her arousal. He was so hard, and then he tensed, slamming inside her.
They repeated this, and she loved seeing him pull out, only to slam inside seconds later. He was so big.
“Touch yourself,” he said. “I want to feel you come all over my dick.”
She reached between her thighs, not exactly sure what he wanted her to do.
“That’s it, you’ll feel where you want to touch. Right there, on your clit.”
She stroked across her nub and gasped at the sudden strike of pleasure. “Oh, fuck, you feel so good. I can feel your pussy tightening. You’re so close. Your body was made for my cock, baby. So fucking good. That’s right.”
She couldn’t help but move down, touching herself with him inside her, and she didn’t dare look away from his intense brown gaze.
So startling.
“Come for me, baby. Come on my dick.”
Valentina drew her fingers back up toward her clit and stroked, doing as he asked. She felt herself building, drawing closer toward her release. It was almost too much, but she couldn’t stop it. Didn’t want to. She cried out the moment she came, riding herself on his length, and she hadn’t even come down from her release when Giovanni grabbed her shoulders, pinned her to the floor, and began to fuck her in long, hard, deep strokes.