Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Take me in,” he demanded, voice somehow rough and soft at the same time.
I didn’t need more encouragement than that.
Hands planted on his shoulders, I started to lower down on him, feeling his thick length fill me completely, letting out a moan as he settled deep.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he hissed, fingers flexing on my hips. My walls involuntarily tightened around him at those words, making a sexy little smirk toy with his lips. “Ride me, baby,” he murmured, rocking his hips upward once, giving me a hint of what my body desperately needed.
Arms around the back of his neck, I did just that.
Slow at first, enjoying the feel of him, getting used to him inside of me, then faster as the need began to grow.
Cesare’s hands explored as I moved, stroking over my hips, up my sides, across my breasts, then down my back to sink into my ass, holding onto me as I rocked against him.
His hips started to jerk up into me as I moved, driving me up faster and faster.
His hands pulled me back slightly, letting him find a different angle inside of me, making a moan escape me.
“There you go,” Cesare hissed as my whimpers got louder, as my walls tightened, as I got right to that edge, teetering, then crashing over.
Cesare rocked up into me through it as my forehead met his, as the waves kept crashing through me.
It wasn’t until I was spent that his arms went around me, grabbing me, and flipping me under him.
His weight pinning me to the couch was oddly reassuring as his lips came to mine. Soft, sweet, giving my body time to recover as he stayed still inside of me.
It wasn’t until my legs wrapped around his hips, and I started to writhe against him again that his lips pulled from mine, and his hips shifted, his cock moving inside of me.
Slow and soft at first, but harder and faster with each passing moment, until the sounds of our movements filled the apartment, mingled with our ragged breathing, his curses, and my moans.
My hips moved against him, finding his rhythm, then moving against it, making him touch all the right places, driving me to that peak once again, then tossing me over before I could even catch my breath to cry out.
“Fuck,” Cesare growled, fucking me through it. “More,” he declared as I came back down.
“I can’t,” I objected, even as he shifted back onto his heels, reaching for me, and pulling me up against him.
“Yes, you can,” he countered, wrapping his arms around me, holding me against him as he got to his feet, walking.
His lips were on mine, and my eyes were closed, trusting him completely.
My back slammed into a wall, and his cock started to move inside me once again.
Fast.
Making the stirrings of need build within me again.
I could feel it about to crest, but then suddenly, I was moving away from the wall, and he wasn’t moving inside of me anymore, making a grumble escape me.
Cesare shot me a devilish smirk as he kept walking.
A door pushed open, then got kicked closed, and then we were in my room.
Cesare lowered me onto the mattress, pressing me down into it for a moment, then shifting back, and getting to his feet off the edge of the bed.
Reaching down, he grabbed my legs, dragging them straight up, then situating one on each of his shoulders before he started to fuck me again.
A little harder, a little faster than before.
One of his hands went down, teasing over my breast that was bouncing with each of his thrusts, rolling, then twisting the nipple before his hand was slipping down my belly, his thumb going between my thighs to engage my clit as he continued to fuck me.
“Come for me,” Cesare growled. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock one more time,” he added.
His hips rocked.
His thumb swiped.
And just like that, the orgasm slammed through my system.
“Cesare,” I cried out, letting the pleasure overtake me as he continued to move inside of me, dragging it out, then slamming deep, letting out a savage curse as he came.
He came down to me afterward, his face buried in my neck, breathing me in, as we both tried to calm our racing hearts, even out our breaths, bring some order back to the chaos in our bodies.
I felt a small pang of disappointment when his weight finally lifted off of me, rolling to the side for a moment, and I was vaguely aware of him dealing with the condom in the trash beside the bed before rolling back to me.
Slipping his arm under me, he curled me onto his chest, and any thoughts of disappointment slipped away as I felt myself drape over him, as his hand started to trace up and down my spine.