Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“You’re my little prisoner, now, and not a virgin for much longer,” he promises me in a hoarse whisper.
The stubble from his chiseled jaw scratching at my face, tickling me in a way that’s only matched by the smooth head of his cock teasing my drenched opening as I swear loudly.
Fuck, he’s huge. But I’ll take everything he’s got. Every fucking inch of him deep inside me…
“You won’t need to keep me locked up…I’m not going anywhere without you…without this,” I promise him right back, gripping his helm firmly and gasping as he moans.
His hot precome floods my sex as he slowly begins to ease into me. As if our bodies know exactly what to do, everything just slips into place like nature intended.
Okay, so maybe he’s a little bigger than I thought, but he’s as gentle as he can be, but once Rocco reaches the point of no return, I wince just for a second, then feel all of him sliding into me easily.
My entire core relaxes and then grips him harder as I start to sob.
“I haven’t even started yet,” Rocco warns me, but I sniff that I’m okay, and shaking my head, I tell him it’s not a bad thing.
“I want you to teach me everything,” I whimper, my words stopping with each stroke of his massive length inside me as he wastes no time in letting me feel just how much he’s wanted this moment between us.
“Fuck, you feel so good, you’re…perfect…Jasmine…,” he huffs, grinding his hip into me.
Both his hands grab my ass, his thick cock driving harder into me. His massive balls slap my dripping sex and ass with every stroke.
I notice Rocco blushing when I tell him I want him to teach me everything, but I figure it’s only from the heat being generated between us.
There’s no need for flames or clothes right now. I can literally see the steam rising from his pumped, muscular frame as he pounds my pussy until I’m sure I’m screaming.
The thunderstorm outside rises and falls a little with our lovemaking, which makes me feel like an expert after only a few minutes,
Both of us seem to know by touch just what the other needs. We know how to share that feeling as our bodies thrash on the now slippery leather.
At one point, I nearly slide right off, prompting a change of positions between us, but in no way losing any intensity.
“Uhhh, take me, Rocco,” I hear myself ordering him after I feel his rock-hard dick stabbing at my twitching sex from behind.
I’ve got one knee on the floor and one up on the couch. My gaping hole is wide and about to come. I can feel it.
Something about being vulnerable and feeling nothing but his strong hands on me, his stronger cock about to fill me, makes me feel savage.
I’ve never felt safer in my whole life as right now, the moment I know I’ll become a real woman.
“Gonna…fill you with our baby…oh, Jasmine…,” Rocco groans, his hands sliding on my hips from our combined sweat. His thick cock slips in and out of me until I push my whole body back, taking him to the hilt in one swift movement.
And I’m done.
I can’t hold back all the pent-up arousal, the feelings, and the impending climax I’ve tried to make last as long as I can.
“Rocco!” I gasp, but his growling smile is lit up as a thick web of lightning lights the room.
A huge mirror opposite us loses the sheet covering it as he tilts his head back, looking poised to howl.
But it’s his pulsing orgasm meeting mine that blocks everything out.
The mirror gives me the perfect view of his body, every muscle tensed and taught. His knuckles are white with the grip he has on my round hips.
His abs slam into my pear-shaped ass from behind.
In a life-changing moment, I experience something I know can never be matched.
He’s the one. My man.
And I know in that moment that I belong to him forever.
Both of us are bound by this and only made stronger every time.
Which I just know is going to be every chance we get if Rocco has his way.
My orgasm is enough to see me speaking in tongues for a good half-minute while Rocco swears in Italian, gasping and grunting, groaning something about family.
And I know he means our family. Not the ones we’re trying to escape from.
His thick length, still rock-hard inside me, has Rocco cocking his brow in challenge once my own quaking climax subsides.
“I’m Italian,” he boasts. “I can go all night….”
I don’t doubt it, but after he proves his point, I figure saving my strength is a better option.
My legs are already jelly, and it’s Rocco who scoops me up again, making sure I’m warm enough from his own heat until he finds me some blankets and gets a conventional fire going in the aging fireplace.