Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
“Ohhh…” She draws out the sound when I settle deep inside her. She’s definitely feeling the intensity of having both holes filled.
I grab her ass and knead the flesh as I pull back and thrust into her. She cries out and clenches around me like a vise, already trying to milk the cum out of me.
“Oh God,” she whimpers.
“I like it when you remember to say your prayers,” I tell her. “Such a respectable Italian principessa.”
She grunts as I set a faster pace, pounding hard enough to make the anal plug shift with every thrust. Then she really starts speaking in tongues. Most of it’s just broken, incoherent sounds, with the occasional please thrown in.
There’s never been a more satisfying sight than Abella taking my cock like her life depends on it. And right now, given the choice, there’s no question she’d cut off her own air supply to keep me inside her.
I grip her ass cheeks and spread her apart. The glittering gemstone on her anal plug looks so pretty wedged in her tight hole, it’s taunting me. I pump in and out of her, fighting the urge to obliterate her pussy the way I really want to.
I can’t fuck her if she can’t walk, and right now, my sole purpose in life is to impregnate her. Once that’s accomplished, the Vitale legacy will be secured, and everyone will know she’s well and truly claimed.
I reach for the anal plug and twist it inside her. The sound she makes vibrates all the way through my dick.
“You want to come, cara?”
“Yes,” she pants.
I pick up the pace, brutalizing her poor, tender pussy as she begs me over and over. The chances of conception are better if I let her come. But the part of me that likes to torture her wants to withhold it so she knows—I can give, and I can take.
Ultimately, I abandon all hope of restraint. It’s those goddamned noises she’s making. Crying and whining and pleading so sweetly. There isn’t a saint on this earth who could resist that.
I slide my hand between her and the bed and stroke her clit. I’ve held her back for so long, it only takes a few passes before I set her off. Her body clamps down so hard on my cock that it rips a guttural sound right out of my mouth. Then, she squirts all over me.
“Fuuuck.” I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to ride it out as she contracts around me. It doesn’t work. I’m drowning in her cum, fucking soaked from her, and my brain is half-melted.
I dig my fingers into her ass cheeks and unleash. My cock jerks inside her, pulsing out so much cum it feels like I just drained everything I had in me. It goes on for so long, it starts to spill out of her and drip down my balls.
Somewhere at the edge of my thoughts, I’m thinking about how I need to shove it all back in her. But first, what the fuck was that?
I’ve never come so hard in my life.
I release a ragged breath and glare down at her. I still have a white-knuckled grip on her ass, and when I release her, red fingerprints mark her skin. I like the sight of that far more than I should, and I resent her for it.
Even so, my dick is already swelling inside her—ready to claim the last piece of her innocence.
It’s a primitive desire that won’t be satisfied until I have it all. I want every one of her firsts. I could blame it on the treaty, but it’s more than that. It’s her. This clawing urge inside me isn’t just want for an heir. It’s the want for her, and her alone, to bear those heirs. Years of animosity have made me rabid with the need to lay claim to her.
It isn’t logical. There’s no making sense of it.
The fact is, she’s the last person I should want, but nobody else will do.
I reach for the silicone vaginal plug, shuddering as I slowly pull my dick from her warmth. The sight of my cum leaking from her pussy is so nice, I want to take a picture, frame it, and put it on my desk.
I push the dripping remnants of my release back inside her and seal it with the vaginal plug. Abella lets out a soft moan of approval that brings out the caveman in me. She likes the idea of being stuffed full, and I like the sight of her stretched open, both holes plugged and waiting for me.
I use the juice she squirted all over me as lube, stroking my dick as I admire her ass. It’s so round, soft, and bouncy, I want to use it like a playground and see how far I can launch myself off it. I smack it and watch it jiggle. She moans again.