Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
He pulls back with a look on his face that could melt butter. “Back to the hotel?”
I nod, hungry for him and his kisses.
“Back to the hotel,” I whisper.
CHAPTER FOUR
Frankie
“I love to see you like this, Francesca, on your knees with my cock in your mouth.” Damien’s voice is a low growl, the intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down my spine or maybe it’s the way his grip tightens on my hair when he hits the back of my throat.
I’m so fucking wet it’s running down my thighs and his words only make me wetter. Only this man can make me want to be a good girl, on my knees sucking his cock however he’ll give it to me. “Mmm,” I moan around him, squeezing my thighs together to soothe the ache.
“Legs open,” he demands, his voice low and commanding. “No relief until I’m giving it to you.” His lips curl into the barest hint of a smile, and the throb inside me intensifies.
I spread my knees wide. The night air on my pussy doing nothing to cool my overheated body.
“Good girl.” His hips move in slow, deep strokes, fucking my throat gently. Slowly. “Fuck, Frankie. Your mouth is pure perfection.”
I look up at him, searching his face. He doesn’t reveal much, but when his jaw clenches and his eyes darken, it’s enough to send my pulse racing.
His hips move a little faster. “Francesca.” My name slips from his lips and his cock gets thicker in my mouth. I can sense his balls tightening up.
I’m ready to take all of him. On my tongue. Down my throat. All over my tits. Whatever he wants. That’s how far gone I am over this man, and he doesn’t even realize it.
“I could fuck this mouth all day. Every fucking day.” When he loses the sophisticated billionaire façade and shows me his dirty side, I find him even more charming. “Do I want to come down your throat or on your tits?”
I say nothing as he pumps deeper, faster, I just take every inch of him as deep as I can until my eyes water. I let out a low moan when that first drop of pre-come hits my tongue.
“Fuck, baby. You want to drink it up, don’t you?”
I do. I really fucking do and that’s how I know that this isn’t just another man, another relationship. This is the man who is either going to love me or wreck me. I nod and suck him harder.
“Fuck,” he roars, gripping my hair tighter and tilting me back while he fucks me hard and deep. My throat might ache tomorrow but tonight I don’t care, I want this. All of it. This man.
He never looks away while he fucks my mouth faster and harder until he goes still, hot streams of come hit the back of my throat and I swallow it down. “Shit, Francesca. Fuck.” Finally, his eyes close as his hips slow.
I don’t release him until I’ve swallowed every drop he has to offer and when I do, the popping sound that tears through the room is loud.
Damien growls as his cock falls from my mouth. “That mouth.”
He offers a hand to help me to my feet. “That was hot.”
“It was fucking perfect. Just like you.”
My legs wobble at his sweet words and Damien pushes me onto the bed. “How will I make you come first? Mouth? Fingers?”
“Both,” I answer on a moan.
“On the bed. Now.” His gaze is so dark it’s black and intense, so captivating that I can’t look away as I get on the bed, lie on my back and prop myself up on my elbows with a smile.
One thing I appreciate most about Damien is the passion he puts into everything he does, but especially the way he goes down on me. He teases me, licking me everywhere but where I need him most until my skin is on fire and goosebumps cover me because I’m soclose but not there yet. “Damien,” I moan and curl my fingers into his thick hair.
He lets out low moans and growls as he devours me, as if I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. The best woman he’s ever had. Maybe ever loved.
“Yes!” His tongue dives inside, fucking me wickedly and I roll my hips to keep pace with him. “Damien.”
He pulls back with a devilish grin. “Say only my name until you come, Francesca.”
I nod and push my hips up toward his mouth.
He finds the spot that drives me crazy, and I grip his hair tighter, grinding on his face as much as he’s fucking me with his mouth. “Damien.” I love it. Holy fuck, do I love it. So much. “Damien.”
He growls out a moan and it vibrates through my entire body. God, I’ll never feel the same ever again.