Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“Please,” I begged.
“Mine,” he growled, his tongue flicking against my clit.
“Yours,” I moaned, trying unsuccessfully to open my legs wider.
He trailed his tongue down one side of my pussy lips and back up the other, over and over again, driving me crazy. He alternated the swipes of his tongue with licks to my clit, easing off each time my body tightened with pleasure. After what seemed like hours of endless torture, he ran his tongue up the middle and drove it inside me.
“Yes!” I screamed, my hands clenched in the sheets as his tongue speared in and out of me.
“Tastes so good,” he murmured, sliding one of his hands around my hip and down my stomach until it rested over my clit, ever so lightly. He flicked it gently once, making my hips jerk. When he did it a second time, with a little more pressure, I felt a tightening deep in my belly. And on the third, I went off like a rocket. Nic licked me through my orgasm, flattening his tongue and softening his touch when I began to shudder at the end.
“Holy moly,” I whispered when it was over, making him chuckle as he licked along the skin of my inner thigh.
I lay limply on the bed, my legs sprawled, completely naked with him fully dressed above me. “I think you’re a little overdressed.”
“That I am, Gianna,” he agreed, swiftly removing his shirt and pants, leaving him in only a pair of black boxer briefs with a visibly hard bulge. A big enough one that I gulped in hesitation.
“Don’t be nervous,” he whispered, pushing his boxers down. His cock sprang free, long and hard. Impossibly long.
“You’re so big,” I breathed.
“I promise it’ll fit, mia dolce,” he swore, his fingers sliding against my pussy. “You’re so fucking wet for me. We shouldn’t have any problems. But let me stretch you out a little bit first.”
One of his fingers pumped into to me and I whimpered, even while I widened my legs.
“You’re so tight.”
He added a second finger, working them in and out of me. Stretching me. Getting me ready for him.
“I need to be inside you, Gianna. I’ll make it good for you, I promise,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me gently. “Give yourself to me now. Please.”
“Yes,” I moaned.
He pulled away and looked into my eyes. “There’s no going back from this. You are mine, Gianna.”
“I know,” I whispered softly. There was no denying the way he made me feel. This was more than physical attraction. It might be crazy, but I was falling for him. Fast.
One of his hands held on to my hip and the other gripped the back of my thigh. I instinctively wrapped it around him, the other one following suit until I was able to lock my ankles together. His hardness nudged against me, and I felt a momentary panic. Then he was pressing into me. So slowly. Centimeter by centimeter, giving me time to adjust. It didn’t hurt, not exactly. I just felt stretched beyond my comfort because he was so big. After he bumped against the proof of my innocence, he pulled back slightly and drove into me with one powerful thrust of his hips. Then it hurt. I felt like he was tearing me in two.
“I’m sorry, mia dolce” he murmured, kissing the tears off my cheeks. “I tried to get you ready. To be gentle. I should have given you more time, but I wanted you too much.”
“You’re too big,” I cried.
“I’ll make it feel better, I promise.”
The utter sincerity in his voice soothed my heart but did very little for the physical pain I was feeling. I’d trusted him to go this far, so I waited, my eyes locked on his as my body adjusted. After a few minutes, the pain eased to an ache. One which didn’t take long to turn into the slightest tinglings of pleasure when my walls unclenched, and he slid deeper inside.
“Mmm,” I moaned, wiggling my hips and testing to see if there was any pain. “Feels good now.”
“You know you are right where you belong, Gianna. Don’t you?” I melted into him. “Tell me you know.”
I nodded, unable to speak but knowing he was right. I felt a desperation to be with him that should have scared me.
“I wanted to do this slowly the first time, Gianna. But I don’t think I can now. I fucking swear I’ll make it up to you, though.”
I reached up to rest my palm on his cheek. “It’s okay, Nic. Take what you need from me.”
He pulled out slowly, watching my face for any sign of pain. When there wasn’t any, he slammed his cock back into me with a hard thrust.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned. “Perfect.”
“Please, Nic. I need more,” I whispered, my body clenching against him as he drove in and out of me. He lifted one of my legs and brought it over his shoulder so he could get even deeper.