Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“Of course,” I say softly.
When the limo starts to move, the privacy partition rises, leaving Massimo and I alone in the intimate space.
The numbness of the wine has gone, and I’m starting to feel foolish. Goose bumps pebble my skin and I hug my arms around my waist.
Massimo notices and removes his suit jacket.
“That’s really not necessary,” I say softly, the guilt setting in. He’s missing the engagement party because of me.
“Are you going to fight me on everything? Kind of seems rude to me when I’m giving you a ride home.” He winks, and I can’t help but smile.
I accept his jacket and slide it over my shoulders. It’s warm and soft and smells like him. Dark and manly and, oh my God, I just closed my eyes and inhaled the enticing scent like a weirdo.
“I’m sorry I dumped all of this on you,” I say. “You must think I’m a real loser.”
I look away, embarrassed. But he slides two fingers under my chin. “Look at me, little monster. I don’t have a habit of hanging out with losers. So you must be wrong.”
“You’re just saying that to be nice.”
Looking at him, he is fixated intently on me and it has me feeling anything but foolish. His look tells me he’s not doing anything to be nice. He’s doing it because he wants to.
We seem to be pulled together, like magnets, until he finally slams his mouth down on mine again.
We should probably stop this, I mean, there could be repercussions, but at this moment, I don’t care. Instead, I slide onto his lap, my thighs either side of his hips, my panties pressing against the hard lump of his zipper.
I don’t care if this is a stupid idea.
I want Massimo to take more than my first kiss. And going by the hardness pressing against my panties, he’s more than interested.
I start to rock against the rigid outline and we both groan.
“This is a bad idea,” he says between kisses, but unable to stop.
“The worst,” I say, grateful that he doesn’t.
The friction sends fireworks straight to my clit. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.
“I want you inside me,” I pant, kissing him again, my pussy throbbing as I grind against him.
I reach for his zipper, but he stops me, pulling his mouth from mine. “That’s a big step, little monster.”
“I don’t care.” I turn his chin back to my kiss. “I want this.”
And boy, do I.
Every cell in my body is screaming for it.
Only a zipper and a pair of panties separate me from what I am sure is a big cock. A big cock I want to smash my V-card to smithereens as I sink onto it.
Or maybe we could retire to his penthouse, and he could seduce me in his bed before he breaks me open.
I’ve imagined losing my virginity a lot of ways and with a lot of different people. But right now, those fantasies pale in comparison to the man beneath me.
His scent. His heat. The warmth of his skin and the magic of his kiss. I want to fuck Massimo De Kysa more than I want oxygen.
But he’s cooled. His body language has changed. Although, it’s obvious pulling away is hard for him.
He inhales roughly and slides his fingers through my hair. “You deserve better than this,” he says, completely sober, his eyes searching mine. “And I’m not just talking about losing your virginity to a one-night stand in the back seat of this limousine. I mean you deserve better than all of this. The arranged marriage. Someone controlling what you choose to do with your body. Living by other people’s expectations. No one can do you like you. Be who you want to be.”
He’s right.
But I keep my forehead pressed against his long enough to trap the heat between us. I tell myself any minute now I’m going to climb off. But our lips are so close and my body throbs and between my legs, he’s hard. I shift against him and a new need blooms in both of us.
We both try to resist. We really do. But I linger there long enough for the need to become too much to ignore.
I start to move against him, only subtly at first, but he groans because I’m rocking against his erection and, dear God, I’m going to hell because this feels too good and I’ve gone past the point of no return. I start to rock harder and a desperate groan falls from his lips and it only pours gasoline over the raging fire inside me.
Massimo slides his hands behind my ass and begins to guide me over the hard ridge of his cock. Stars fly across my eyes. My panties dampen to a whole new level. I sink my teeth into my lip. He’s going to make me come and I’m here for it.