Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Fuck, this girl, it’s almost unfair. Her lips are soft and her tongue tastes like heaven, and the way her body grinds against me drives a spike of pure lust straight into my spine.
I’m half-hard the second my mouth opens, and when she lets out a little whimper, I’m absolutely wrecked.
“I know what you’re doing,” I growl as I grip her hair and dominate her lips some more.
“I’m trying to get you to fuck me.”
God damn it.
“You’re trying to distract me.”
Her hand reaches down, and she’s stroking my fucking dick. “That can’t be it.”
Fuck, that feels good.
“Why are you trying to distract me? Just take my fucking credit card.”
“I’d rather take this nice cock into my throat.”
Fuck.
She drops to her knees, desperately unhooking my belt. I’m a weak man apparently, because I don’t even try to argue. Instead, I grip her pretty, thick hair, and when she gets my dick free from my pants, I pull slightly and push her mouth open with my hard shaft.
My wife sucks my cock like it’s the only thing she was born to do. And the way her mouth is warm, fucking soaking wet, and the little moans and whimpers that escape her pretty lips, I think that might be true. She sucks me like she’s dying for it. Spit dribbles down my shaft, gathers in her fists, and she keeps going. It feels so fucking good I can barely think.
“This won’t work forever,” I snarl, dragging her to her feet before I burst on her tongue and make her choke on my cum. I kiss her hard, ripping her jeans off in the process. I tug them down, making her gasp as I stroke her pussy over her panties. The girl’s wet and warm down there too. Like she’s been waiting all day for me to come offer her a credit card.
“Maybe not, but it’ll work for now.” She gasps as she turns around, hands flat on the hood of the Spider, and arches her back as she looks over her shoulder. “Are you going to keep talking about that stupid card or are you going to fuck me?”
God fucking damn it.
I grab her hips, fist her hair, and slide my cock up and down her soaking pussy. Distraction or not, she’s very much aroused, and I sink into her like a ship drowning beneath the waves.
“I’m going to fuck you, baby,” I whisper as she moans and leans her chest down against her car. “I’m going to fuck you, and wreck you, and make you come right here on your pretty little car.”
“God, yes,” she moans as I rip into her. “Don’t stop, Luca.”
“My filthy fucking wife. Using sex to distract me. To get what you want. And I don’t even know what you’re after.”
“But you don’t care. Your dick feels so fucking good. You’re so hard. All you want is to be inside me, isn’t it?”
“Goddamn right it is.”
I kiss her hard and fuck her fast. We’re grinding, making the whole car shake and squeak on its suspension. I don’t care about anything but filling her, over and over again. Her sweet pussy clenches down on my shaft as her moans get louder, her cheeks flushed red and so damn pretty. I keep going faster, roaring my bliss as the climax builds and builds.
But she pulls back suddenly and turns around, lying on the car, spreading her legs wide. Her fuck-me eyes are soft and needy, and I’m pulsing with how badly I want to fill her to the brim. I hook her legs and pull her close, burying my cock inside again, cradling her neck so I can lean down and kiss her lovely lips.
“I’m going to keep on offering you money every single fucking day so I can feel this over and over,” I snarl into her mouth. “I’m going to fuck you, and fill you, and come between your pretty legs until you finally give me what I want.”
“But fighting you feels so good,” she says, grinning, mouth hanging open in bliss.
We grind and fuck in rhythm together, and there’s nothing but her in the whole world for me now. I’m completely zoned in with her, entirely focused on every little motion of her body, every whimper, every whine and moan, all her gasps and groans, my head dizzy with her taste. I lean forward and pin her hands above her head and take her, own her body, fill her with my cock again and again, stroking deeper, until finally she arches and cries out.
There’s nothing more beautiful than Fiorella coming for me. She’s a fucking angel and a devil in one perfect little body. I grind into her, going harder, and her eyes roll back as she shatters like a good girl for me. It’s so gorgeous, and I can’t take it anymore. I’m breaking a second later, bursting inside of her, stroking in and in and in, making sure she gets every single fucking drop.