Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Her brows kiss her forehead, but before she can respond, I lift her off the bench and turn her around so she’s leaning against the bench on her elbows and knees with her ass in the air.
“Has anyone ever played with your ass?” I ask her, taking the showerhead and placing it between her legs so the water hits her clit at an angle.
“Holy shit!” she hisses. “That feels so good.”
“Oh, it’s about to get even better. Now, answer me.”
“No, nobody has touched my butt.”
“Good.” I grin. “Another first.”
“What?” she shrieks.
I’m sure she’s ready to argue, but I press the showerhead against her clit harder, and she moans.
“Tell me I can play with your ass,” I say, moving the head so the stream hits her nipples.
“You can do whatever you want,” she rasps. “Just make me come.”
I chuckle at the desperation in her tone.
“Good girl. Now take the showerhead. Rub it against your pussy, let it massage your clit. Do whatever feels good.”
She takes it from me, and with my hands free, I spread her ass cheeks and circle my tongue around her hole.
She moans in pleasure, telling me she’s not going to take long to come. So, I don’t waste any time, licking her ass until she’s grinding against me. Once her hole is nice and worked up, I push a finger into it, and she gasps.
“Oh my God, Lorenzo. Do that again. It feels so good.”
Reaching around her, I pinch one of her nipples while I finger her ass. She turns feral, moaning and cursing and begging me for more. So, I add another digit, watching as her ass takes them. In and out, I fuck her tight hole, not stopping until she’s coming hard around my fingers. I apply pressure to her nipple, and it increases her orgasm, causing her to scream out in pleasure.
“Jesus, baby,” I murmur, leaning over and giving her ass cheek a quick bite. “You should see the way your ass is taking my fingers. One day, it’ll be my cock being crammed into that tight hole.”
“Oh God,” she whimpers. “Do it now. Please.”
“Not today.” I chuckle, pulling my fingers out and taking the showerhead from her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She turns around and slides onto the bench, spreading her legs. “Fine, but at least fuck me then. I need more.”
Because I’m too tall to get a good angle like this, I lift her into my arms and pin her against the shower wall, and then I fuck her until she’s coming around my cock.
Just as I’m about to let go, I remember that I’m fucking her raw, so I pull out, drop her onto the ground, and stroke my dick, planning to let it wash down the drain.
But my little minx has other plans. She drops onto her knees, takes my shaft in her hand, and strokes it until I’m coming all over her face and neck.
And as she presses a soft kiss to the head of my cock, I selfishly wish Matteo never finds that psycho bitch because once he does, I’m going to have to let Vanessa go.
And I have no idea how I’m going to move forward without her.
But more than that, I don’t want to.
And I have no clue what to do about it.
25
Vanessa
“This has to be the cutest outfit I’ve ever seen,” Bri coos. “You made this?”
She holds up the blush-pink onesie with a princess crown in the center that reads The princess has arrived, and it has an adorable tutu made of tulle attached to it, making it look like a shirt and skirt.
“I did. Leo has inspired me, and I’ve started to add baby items to my portfolio. When you put it on her, can you send me some pics? I’ve been using Leo as my model, but now I can add her to it.”
“Of course!” Bri exclaims. “And if you want to give me any other items, she can model them for you.”
“Same with Alba. She’d love to model some cute girlie clothes,” Dani offers. “Wouldn’t you?” she coos to her nine-month-old daughter.
“If you want to design some outfits for older boys, Justin and Adam are eighteen months old, and Damien is six. He won’t be as thrilled to model, but I can bribe him.” Peyton winks, and my heart clenches in my chest at how supportive they are.
“Oh my God!” Bri claps her hands. “We could do a fashion show. It would be so cute. The boys could walk down the makeshift runway, and Alba could crawl. And my little princess could just lie here, looking cute.”
Everyone laughs.
“Really?” I ask, so many ideas forming. “That would be awesome. I could buy a backdrop and take pictures, and of course, you guys could keep them.”
“We could do family portraits,” Peyton says. “You said you’d been designing a male and female line, right?”