Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“One certainly isn’t right now,” I bite out. His words spur me on. I know I should stop this, but I’m afraid I’m already past the point of no return. My body aches for release while my mind begs for me to see reason. “You Talettis sure do have a taste for Fernandino women.” I poke him, knowing it will either provoke him more or put a stop to this. To be honest, I’m unsure of which way I would rather see it go.
“The fuck does that mean?” He doesn’t know. Of course he doesn’t. I don’t see the Taletti men sitting around and gossiping. Especially at the expense of their own ego.
I might be a daddy’s girl, but I’m tight with my mom and sister. A few glasses of wine, and none of us can shut up when we’re together for a girls’ night. Lots of secrets are spilled during those times.
“Your daddy.” I smirk, enjoying tossing the word back at him. It’s kind of nice knowing something Sergei doesn’t. “First, he wanted my mom. As if she’d ever.” My mom has higher standards than that. I thought I did too, but obviously not, since my whole body is on fire right now. “Now he takes me, but you want a taste first.”
Sergei’s whole body goes rock solid at my words. His finger stops stroking me. I almost whimper at the loss, but I manage to control myself. He has to feel that I’m wet for him. My panties are starting to stick to me.
“Your daddy didn’t tell you? I guess—”
“Stop calling him that.”
I’ve really struck a nerve. The gruffness of Sergei’s tone should send a cold chill through me, but all it does is make my body burn more for him.
“Do you think he picked me out of all my dad’s children because I look like my mom?” I must be insane. There’s no other reason to explain why I continue to poke him.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I suppose it doesn’t matter.” I fall back on the bed, my legs dangling off the side with him between them. The action causes the shirt to rise all the way up and give him a peek of my panties. “Do you want a treat?”
11
SERGEI
Daddy. The word rolls off her tongue. I fucking hate it. She should never use it to refer to my father. Fucking never.
I eye her panties, the cotton damp with her arousal. For me. Only me.
Do I want a treat? Fuck yes, I do. Do I need to get this princess in line? Absolutely.
“You think you’ve won?” I lean forward and breathe out against her little white panties. “Isn’t that right? You think your smart mouth has carried the day, that I’m beaten? That you have any chance of beating me at my own game?”
I grab her thighs, spreading them wider as I press my nose to her pussy and inhale. She jumps. My brain fizzes with every dirty thought I’ve had from the moment I saw her, and that’s been quite a few.
She squirms. “What are you–Oh!” She jolts again when I bite her plump flesh, my teeth digging into her mound but not enough to hurt.
“You’re about to talk yourself out of the treat. Is that what you want?” I release my hold on her pussy and grip her panties with my teeth, pulling them away from her slick skin. Then I hook my fingers in them and yank them down her legs, pulling them from her ankles and tossing them aside.
“I–” She gasps when I wrench her legs apart and stare at the pink, glistening skin.
“Fucking hell.” I groan and run the flat of my tongue from her hole to her clit.
She yelps, her legs tightening as if she wants to close them. Not a fucking chance. I lick her again, sucking down her sweet honey before pressing my tongue inside her. So goddamn tight, her pretty pussy ripe for the taking. For me.
“Has anyone eaten you out, princess?” I tongue her clit, her body arching as she moans. “Tell me, has anyone tasted how sweet you are right here? How fucking delicious your cunt is?”
She fists the comforter, her gaze on me as I keep stroking her clit with the tip of my tongue.
I laugh against her and press my tongue lower. “You don’t have to say it. I already know. This is mine. This pussy only knows my tongue. Isn’t that right?”
She gasps when I press a finger inside her, her walls clamping down on me as I stroke her clit with the broad side of my tongue. I could do this for hours, for fucking days. Just taste her, tease her. Listen to her sounds, watch the way she shudders for me. Whatever part of my brain was rational is completely dark. I’m running on pure instinct, on pure animal need for this irresistible bit of prey spread before me.