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)
One night, when I couldn’t sleep, he told me about several of them.
The flames licking up his forearm are so he never forgets how his parents died. The barbed wire that wraps around his biceps, entwined with beautiful flowers, represents the hard times, but also the beauty that comes from them.
His left pec has a quote that he said he got after he found out about Leo—Nothing about you is a mistake. Even though Hillary had trapped him by lying about her birth control and, at times, he wished he’d never let her in after she showed up on his doorstep with his son in tow, he needed Leo to know that he never considered him a mistake.
My gaze descends to the ridges that make up his six-pack abs and then stops on his cock. It’s hard and thick, and I know now that the slight curve is capable of bringing me to heights of pleasure I never knew existed.
“C’mere,” he says, reaching over and tugging me toward him. “I’m gonna need you to sit on my face so I can eat your pussy and ass.”
His dirty talk has me flinging my leg over his body so I’m straddling his chest. Gripping my thighs, he pulls me onto his face as I wrap my hand around his shaft and lean over, taking it into my mouth.
As we pleasure each other, no words are spoken, our bodies doing all the talking. And maybe it’s because we know our time is limited, but neither of us wastes a moment. Within minutes, we’re both filling the air with our moans. And for the first time, rather than spitting, I swallow, wanting every bit of Lorenzo.
He flips me onto all fours and gives my ass a playful smack before he disappears into the bathroom. He returns with a bottle of lube that has me quirking a brow.
“A wise man is always prepared,” he says, making me laugh.
He spreads my cheeks and squirts the liquid onto my crack. And then, slowly, he guides himself inside me. Once he’s completely in, he reaches out and takes my hair into his hand, gently pulling back so I’m forced to lift.
“I know I have to let you go,” he says as he fucks me unhurriedly. “But let me make myself clear.” He thrusts in deep. “This pussy …” He glides his hand down my side and cups the area between my legs. “This ass.” Another thrust that has me moaning in pleasure. “This heart.” His hand moves from my pussy to my breast and pinches my nipple. “This body … was mine first.”
His mouth goes to the sensitive spot just below my ear, and as he fucks me into another mind-blowing orgasm, he repeats one word over and over again—mine—as if my body and heart need any reminders of who they belong to.
34
Lorenzo
“We should get a tree.”
I glance at Vanessa and then back toward the road. We’re on our way home from our weekend getaway. It was everything I had hoped it would be—filled with conversation, laughter, and lots and lots of sex—but it was also tainted with knowing that it would be our first and last weekend away together.
“A tree?” I ask.
“Yeah. You know, the green thing that people decorate with ornaments and put presents under.”
“Smart-ass,” I mutter. “I know what a tree is. I just didn’t know you wanted one.”
“It’s Leo’s first Christmas with you,” she says, but the only thing I hear is that it’s our last. “We can’t take pictures of him by it if you don’t have one.”
“We can get a tree,” I tell her, my voice thick with raw emotion. “On one condition.”
She glances at me, waiting for my stipulation, her features serious.
“I can fuck you under it on Christmas Eve.”
Her face breaks into a grin, and she throws her head back with a laugh that hits me straight in my heart.
“I thought that was a given,” she says with a playful wink that has me wanting to pull her close and never let her go.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I moan, prying one eye open so I can watch as my wife takes my cock all the way down her throat.
“Actually, it’s Vanessa,” she sasses, smirking up at me. “Happy birthday.”
She goes back to sucking my dick, and I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of her mouth on me.
Last year, I woke up alone on my birthday. Matteo, Dani, and I grabbed a drink and dinner, and I went home and spent the evening drowning my sorrows with a bottle of whiskey.
Waking up to my wife sucking me off is definitely a better way to celebrate my birthday.
Once I come all over her chest, we shower together, where I fuck her against the wall. Since I have an early business meeting, after breakfast, I head to work. The day flies by, with my friends wishing me a happy birthday and Dani and Matteo stopping by with lunch.