Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
His tongue doesn’t stop slithering.
His fingers don’t still.
He continues fucking me with his mouth and hand until not even the most painful bite will stop my moans from bellowing down the hotel’s hallway.
Nero’s tongue finally leaves my clit half a second before he looms above me. I feel the pulse of his cock when he braces it at the opening of my pussy. His groan when he feels the results of my multiple climaxes tightens my core.
I’m drenched front to back and barely coherent, but not even a near-comatose state would have me missing how far his cock stretches.
It braces against my pussy and halfway up my stomach.
I veer my eyes from his impressive cock when he says, “Can you bury the urge to hide from me if I take you like this, or do I need to change positions?”
Embarrassment that he knows my neurosis barely graces my cheeks; however, Nero acts as if they are on fire.
Without a single struggle, he switches our position until I’m hovering above him and he’s sprawled beneath me. He licks his lips as his eyes travel down my body. When he tastes me on his mouth, it reminds him of his early offer for me to ride his face.
He shimmies down like it isn’t a tight squeeze for a man of his size to fit between my thighs before he bands his arms around my legs and arrows his head toward my drenched slit.
“It’s okay. I don’t need—”
Holy mother of god.
One flick of my clit with his nose and I come.
I don’t make a sound. It is silent but strong enough to almost pull my knees out from beneath me.
I hold back, not wanting to suffocate Nero.
Once the tingles racing through my veins dissipate, I try to dismount.
Nero holds on strong.
“Not yet.” His heated breaths batter my overstimulated clit. “You haven’t even taken your seat yet, so the show isn’t close to starting, much less finishing.” He tugs me down, growling when my thighs hug his ears and cheeks. “Fuck yes, printsessa. Ride my face.”
My body is shaking so much it is hard to move, but Nero guides me. With his tattooed fingers digging into my thick thighs, he guides me back and forth and back and forth until stars commence blistering for the umpteenth time.
“That’s it. Just like that. Come over my mouth.”
As his breathy words batter my clit, I climax again.
My body shakes and quivers, and I lose control of my legs.
Nero doesn’t seem to mind. His grip is almost bruising as he forces me entirely onto his mouth. He awards me with a heap of praise that prolongs the length of my orgasm before he rubs his cheek over the cleft of my pussy, absorbing my scent.
I’m so strung out on lust that I barely register him moving me until his hot steel rod rubs at the opening of my pussy, coating itself in my arousal. I’m on top, so I should have all the control, but I don’t need to do a thing.
Nero lines up before he drives home, impaling me with one ardent thrust.
“Fuck.”
I can’t express words. I can barely breathe. The stretch is painful, and the burn of taking someone with a heap of girth is a first.
“Not yet,” he snaps out again when I attempt to move. “Need you to acclimate first.”
“I’m fine. I am drenched. You can move.”
I’m full.
So fucking full.
But it feels too good to worry about a slight snippet of pain.
“Please move.”
My plea comes out desperate, and Nero immediately answers it. He slides his cock almost all the way out by hoisting me up as if I don’t weigh a thing before he yanks me back down.
I moan, a better response above me.
“That’s it,” Nero murmurs when my mewl reaches his ears. “Take my cock like a good little wifey.”
I stab my nails into his tattooed chest before encouraging an increase in speed. I slam down as his hips jerk upward, our bodies slapping from their brutal collision.
“Again.” His fingers flex on my hips as his cock throbs. “Ride my cock like you did my face. Take me to the very base. Swallow every inch of the monster dick your sexy-ass curves caused.”
His movements get more precise, and his thrusts become more urgent.
He fucks me as much as I fuck him, and it lasts forever.
“It’s good. So, so good.”
My thighs cuddle his as I rock my hips forward with every pump. I grind against him, dampening more with every rub of my clit against his V muscle.
We rock in sync for several long minutes, tiring both my body and my mental capacity.
“I need you to come again, printsessa. I need you to come now because you feel so good wrapped around my cock. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back.”
Knowing he’s close to the brink spreads a smile across my face.