Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
He slides my hair aside and whispers into my ear, “Say it.”
Thrust.
“Say who you belong to, Tesoro.”
Thrust.
“You.”
Thrust.
He grips my thighs and squeezes hard. “Who does this perfect body belong to?”
“I belong to you, Matteo,” I whimper.
He thrusts so deep I see the stars ignite in the painting adorning the walls in front of me, and he grips my hair and tilts my head back to make me look at him. “Tu sei mia. You’re all mine.”
The same words in Italian sound so sexy coming from him, and I want nothing more than for him to fuck me into the next world. That’s how good it feels.
He drives inside until my knees are trembling and his dick begins to throb. My hips instinctively grind against his as he gets closer to the edge.
“Fuck, Stella!” he groans into my ear.
His shaft pulsates, and his cum jets out into me with a few more thrusts, but he swiftly pulls out and spins me on my heels.
“Get on your knees, Tesoro,” he commands, and I greedily oblige, sinking to the floor so I can grab his half-hard cock still dripping with cum and wrap my lips around his dick.
“That’s it. You know exactly what I want,” he groans, planting his hand against the wall behind me. “Suck me off with those beautiful lips of yours, Tesoro.”
Fuck, I love it when he talks dirty to me like that.
I roll my tongue around his shaft and lick off his cum, swiping it around his length so I can use it as lube while I jerk him off.
“Look at me,” he says, and my eyes immediately shoot up to his, his voice as overpowering as the look he’s giving me.
“Do you remember your safe word?”
I nod. “I don’t need it. Keep going.”
He smirks, and fuck me, the way he’s bobbing up and down in my mouth makes me so goddamn wet again I can feel it dripping down my legs.
“You like this, don’t you?” He cups my face. “You like it when I tell you exactly how I want to have you.”
“Yes,” I mumble between sucking him off.
“Take me deeper,” he says.
I push myself to let him slide past my tongue, coughing when he hits my uvula.
“I know you can do it, Tesoro,” he says, biting his bottom lip. “I know you want to feel me throb in your throat.”
Fuck.
I swallow him down even further until he hits the back of my throat, and I can barely breathe. Tears of pure lust spring into my eyes because it makes me so damn horny to know he’s turned on as much as I am by this filth.
He moans out loud and pulls out only to thrust right back into my mouth again, completely overtaken by his arousal. “Fuck, Stella, you make me want to come again.”
Now I’m only more encouraged to keep going, sucking him off as hard as I can while I take him deeper with every stroke, ignoring my own need for oxygen so I can watch him fall apart on my tongue.
He grabs my face and drags himself out, letting me breathe for just one second, before impaling me again while our eyes are still connected.
“Fuck, you want it, don’t you? You want me to come all the way down your throat.”
I whimper in place and nod, my pussy throbbing with delight as he has his way with me.
What can I say? I’m a sucker for a man like him who takes what he wants … but with respect.
“Open that pretty mouth then and take it all,” he says.
And as I part my lips as far as possible, he buries himself to the hilt inside my mouth. His body tenses, muscles quaking as he releases an animalistic moan, as his cum jets against the back of my throat.
And fuck me, it’s so hot, I swallow all of it, until every last drop is gone and he’s completely spent.
He drags his cock out of my mouth and bends over to smash his lips onto mine, kissing me so deeply—with tongue—that my heart begins to swell. He doesn’t even care that he’s lapping up his own cum from my lips, as long as he can kiss me.
“You are … perfection,” he murmurs, grazing my lips as he drags me up from the floor. “Come, Tesoro.”
“Is that a question?”
Suddenly, he lifts me off the floor and throws me over his shoulder. “I wasn’t asking.”
“Where are we going?”
He slaps my ass and makes me squeal as he carries me into his kitchen. “You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”
My eyes lower toward his dick, which is still half hard and dripping.
Holy shit, he’s still hard after all that?
He sets me down on the dining table, the same one where I tried poisoning him. With one fell swoop, he brushes aside all cutlery, plates, and glasses, without giving a shit if anything breaks. Then he smashes his lips onto mine, completely drowning me in his love.