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)
We slam together. Greedy and stupid. I stroke him faster as he teases my pussy, one hand shoved down the front of my panties. I gasp when he moves his fingers around my clit, grinding my hips closer, spreading my legs wider. Eager and needy for more pleasure. “Fuck me,” I moan, and it’s almost like someone else is speaking through my mouth. I’ve never said those words out loud in my entire life. “Please, just fuck me.”
He gets my panties off, kissing me, lavishing my body with his mouth, licking my nipples and teasing my neck, until I’m totally naked for him, stripped bare and glistening in the overhead lights. I moan as he glides his enormous cock up and down my slit, soaking himself in my juices before pressing his tip against me.
“Say please,” he whispers.
And fuck, that does it.
Normally, I’d tell him to go to hell, but it’s the way he’s looking at me. It’s all domination and sin. There’s no way I can deny this man right now. I’d get down on my knees and beg if it means him filling me to the core with that enormous, beautiful dick of his.
“Please, fuck me,” I moan.
And that’s all it takes.
He grips my hip with his left hand, his right tangled in my hair, and he slides himself deep inside.
Oh, fuck.
My god.
It splits me in half. Slowly he glides deeper and deeper, to the point where I feel like he has to stop, but there’s more. All the way to the hilt, and he’s buried in me, big and hard and hot, like a melting iron rod. Then he’s sliding back and pumping forward, and I pull him down to kiss me because if he doesn’t, I’m going to scream.
He takes me like that. He fucks me brainless. “More, please, Luca, fuck me, I need more.” I can’t believe these words are spilling from my lips, but based on the way he’s looking at me, I think he loves it.
“You’re fucking beautiful, baby,” he says, stroking harder and harder. The desk rattles against the concrete floor. I’m so far past caring if anyone can hear. “Hiding under all that grease and those baggy clothes. You’re built from diamonds. Look at you.” He strokes deeper, one hand on my breast, tongue licking my nipple.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, arching into him, so close and ready to explode. “Just don’t you dare stop.”
He growls into my mouth, pressing his forehead against mine, fucking me at a fast and hard rhythm. My eyelids flutter, and the pressure is right at the tipping point.
“You want to come, baby?” he says, biting my lower lip. “Say please again. Tell me you’re my bad girl. And then I’ll let you get my cock all messy.”
Oh, shit.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Tell me you’re bad. Tell me you want to get my cock all messy. Say it, Fiorella. Tell me you’re a filthy fucking girl.”
“I want to get you all messy. Oh my god, I’m a bad girl for you. Just keep going.”
“That’s my girl,” he says, and with one stroke, I’m gone.
I burst on him. I break and shatter and come like an explosion. I lean into him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he pumps into me faster and faster, my body turning to mush and my brain melting along with it. I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life, little black spots forming at the edge of my vision, and I think he likes it too. Because he lets out a sputtering roar as he plants himself inside me, his warmth spilling over and filling me to the brim.
We come down slowly. I’m gasping for air. I left grease marks from my dirty hands on his sculpted, muscular chest. I don’t even know when his shirt came off. He’s looking at me like he just found a million dollars lying in the gutter. Like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen but didn’t know existed.
He slides himself out of me, and I feel weirdly empty.
Then reality comes crashing down.
I just fucked a complete stranger.
He did save my life, but still. I don’t do casual sex. I barely do sex at all. He’s the second guy I’ve been with in my entire life, and I just said some depraved and filthy things without even thinking about it.
I told him I want to be messy for him.
Oh my god.
“That was, uh, I mean, I didn’t think—” I’m stammering, trying to form a coherent sentence, but my head’s still buzzing with pleasure. “Thanks?”
What the hell is wrong with me?
Did I seriously just thank him?
I expect him to get the hell away from me like I’m made from toxic waste, but instead, he bends down and lightly kisses me. He strokes my hair, flattening the flyaways.