Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
My breath caught. It actually fucking caught.
And then my dick hardened.
This wasn’t my intention. I wasn’t supposed to feel anything. I was meant to negotiate a mutually beneficial arrangement solely for Camille’s well-being.
Anything beyond that was a bonus.
Negotiating is the last thing on my mind now.
I’ve not had a thirst like this for an extremely long time, and it’s only going to be quenched one way.
Lucia’s heels dig into the carpet when I lick her through the metallic-printed material clinging to the lines of her drenched pussy. She arches her back, lifting her delicious-smelling cunt to my mouth.
Too impatient to slide her panties down her thighs, I slip them to the side with my thumb, then marvel at the spectacular visual.
“You have such a pretty cunt, angelo. So pretty and pink.”
I’m glad I was alert enough at the start of my night to ask my brothers, Matteo and Nico, to join me. Even if money couldn’t buy me the privacy I craved for our negotiation, Matteo’s get-the-fuck-out-of-my-face expression means no one will be game to come within three hundred feet of this room, meaning I can take my time getting acquainted with Lucia’s pussy. Nico’s technical skills will ensure that everything that occurs in this room stays here.
“Please,” Lucia begs, grinding the air.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
After wrapping my lips around her clit, I suck it into my mouth, then do a long, leisured lick up her slit. She tenses up immediately, and her husky moans echo around the room.
“Oh,” she moans, writhing.
Needing something to tame the throbs of my cock from how delicious she tastes, I wedge my shoulders between her thighs, spreading her wide, then lie flat on my stomach. As I lick and suck her clit, I fuck her with my tongue and grind my dick into the carpet.
I’m incredibly hard. So much so, you’d think I hadn’t released only minutes ago.
Lucia’s body wiggles and jerks as her fingernails claw at the carpet. Her seductive scent and the desire crossing her beautiful face spur me on. I poke my tongue deep inside her before replacing it with my fingers.
My hips churn relentlessly against the floor when her pussy struggles to take two of my fingers. She’s snug, and the knowledge triples the aches of my cock to sink deep inside her.
Lucia’s fingers find my hair as the pumps of my fingers and the strokes of my tongue drive her toward orgasm. Her tugs are painful, yet I can’t get enough. They show she’s losing control as fast as I did when she strutted onstage, and while this may not have been the outcome I was seeking, it is very much mutually desired.
“Ride my face, angelo. Rock against me until you scream my name in ecstasy.”
“I’d… have… to know your… name first.”
I’m obsessed with the fact that she can barely talk. It means it won’t take a week for this to happen again.
While rubbing her clit with my thumb, I peer at her over the fleshy globes bouncing on her chest. She has fantastic tits. More than a handful, but not so large that the skin is overstretched.
“Dante, angel.” My words drag over gravel before leaving my mouth. They’re extremely husky.
I almost come on the spot when she murmurs, “Dante…” in a husky whisper.
She isn’t checking if she misheard me. She’s responding to the pressure of my thumb on her clit and how good it feels when my fingertips find the sweet spot inside her.
When I return my mouth to her pussy, she grows wetter and hotter. I tongue her clit while groaning through the sensation of her tight cunt quivering around my fingers.
Within seconds, she reaches climax with a surprised cry, and her whole body trembles.
Her shoulders join as the most beautiful expression in the world crosses her face. She’s free. Only for a minute but still soaring without limitations.
“Good girl,” I murmur when her return from the ecstasy doesn’t see her immediately tugging at my locks, soundlessly requesting me to move our exchange to sex. She rolls her hips slowly, grinding against me, already chasing her next release.
While nuzzling her clit, I slow the pumps of my fingers. I gradually build up her next orgasm, working for the privilege. Heat flushes her neck before it extends to her cheeks. Even while writhing beneath me, unsuccessfully staving off a climax, she looks angelic.
Her nickname suits her well, but I’d be a liar if I said I’m not doing everything in my power to make it seem fraudulent.
I want her screaming my name louder than the bass of the music pounding through the main part of the club, and I want it now.
Circling her clit with my tongue, I grind my fingers into her. My balls are heavy again, pulling closer to my body. The wish to fuck claws at me. I’m desperate to sink inside her, to officially make her mine, but I need her next climax more. I need her to know what this means to me, and that I’ll forever cherish the gift she gave me when she let me finish down her throat.