Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 163540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 818(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 818(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Fuck. A Rici Ferrara wake up call.
I put my hand on the top of his head and look down at him. His eyes are closed as he licks me up. He lifts my legs over his shoulders.
“Good morning, Rici,” I whisper.
He smiles against me. “Hmm,” he hums. “It is a good morning.”
He pulls back and, with his eyes locked on mine, his pale pink tongue licks me slow and deep.
My insides clench. He is so fucking hot, I can’t deal.
He loves this. He loves my taste. He loves the act. He loves to give me pleasure.
And, dear God, does he ever.
With his eyes locked on mine, he begins to flick his tongue in a way only he knows how, and I lose my mind. His big red lips are glistening with my arousal.
I’ve never seen a more gorgeous man.
My man.
He begins to really eat me as I writhe beneath him. He goes up onto his knees, puts his hand down to his cock, and he begins to stroke it.
I can see the pre-ejaculate beading. His strokes get harder, as does his tongue, and I can’t hold it.
I love this about him, I love that he has to touch himself when he touches me.
It’s the ultimate turn on.
“Get up here,” I whisper.
He smiles into me, and I grab a handful of his hair to drag him up to me. He brings my legs with him, still over his shoulders.
He slides in deep, and we both moan as we fall still.
Hearts are banging hard in our chests against each other. Our eyes are locked. He’s so broad that he stretches me to the max, every damn time.
The burn is so fucking good.
“Oh, bella,” he whispers by my ear. “You fuck me so well, baby.”
I smile as he slowly slides out.
“I can feel every muscle inside this beautiful cunt.” He pushes back in hard, and I convulse with a deep shudder. As soon as he starts talking dirty, it’s all over.
His lips take mine aggressively, and I can taste my arousal.
“Fuck me,” he growls. “Fuck me hard.”
Oh God.
Nobody fucks like Rici Ferrara.
Nobody.
I bounce into the gym just past seven.
“Good morning.” I smile at the receptionist as I walk past.
“Hello,” she says as she winds the vacuum cord up. “Nice day, isn’t it?”
“Gorgeous!” I call as I get onto the treadmill and crank it up.
To be honest, I hadn’t even noticed the weather. Every day is a good day to me lately. Mr. Ferrara is an expert at putting a smile on my face. I’ve never felt so adored in all my life.
I walk briskly as I try to warm up.
“Good morning.” I look over to see the girl I met when I was in here last time.
“Oh, hi.” I smile.
She frowns at me. “I’m sorry. What was your name again? I’m terrible with names.”
I laugh. “I’m crap, too. I’m Olivia. What’s yours?”
“Jennifer.”
“Hi, Jennifer.” I smile. I like this girl. It’s nice having an Aussie around.
She climbs onto the walker beside me and starts it up. “Bring on the cardio.” She huffs as she turns it up. “I swear, I’ve put on five kilos since I moved here. I’m eating pasta with every meal, topped off with wine and cocktails. I’m going to be a fat cow.”
“Me, too,” I chuckle.
She walks briskly, her high ponytail bouncing behind her. “We went to this restaurant last night and it was incredible. Dominion. Have you been there?”
“No.” I frown. “Good?”
“They have this soft-shell chili crab. It’s to die for, and worth every fucking calorie.” She puts her hand over her heart and closes her eyes.
I laugh at her dramatics. “I’ll have to try it.”
“You seriously do.”
We walk in silence for a few minutes. “What are you doing today?” I puff.
“Looking for a job,” she says. “I had a week off and the plan was to wait until I found something that I really love, but I’m getting homesick.” She pants as she walks briskly. “I figure I need to keep busy.”
“Yeah, I get that. The time difference does my head in. Every time I want to chat, my parents are in bed.”
“Right?” she huffs.
“So, your boyfriend’s family are here in Milan?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No, he’s from Naples. He moved here for a new job. Started three days after I arrived so he doesn’t know anyone, either. We’re like complete losers with no friends.”
“We’ll have to have to go out for dinner sometime—the four of us. Oh, and my best friend is here from Australia, too. I’ll introduce you to her. She’s lovely. Mad as all hell, but so much fun. I tried to get her to come this morning but she’s starting a new job today.”
“Where did she look for her job? Is there a website or something? I have no idea where to even start.”