The Hitman’s Christmas Wish – Holiday Belles Read Online M.K. Moore

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 8154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 41(@200wpm)___ 33(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
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"Dio, you are so fucking wet for me," he says. His accent, distinct for its New York drawl and Italian lilt, seems thicker. Strangled even. He runs his index finger through my folds, gathering the cream that’s pooled there. I'm going to have set the counter on fire when we're done here. "You're a sopping mess, mia bella. You need to be cleaned up."

"Oh, do I?" I ask, suddenly embarrassed. Maybe this is a bad thing? My fears are immediately assuaged when he kisses the top of my pussy before spreading my pussy lips with his big, thick, scarred fingers, making the naughtiest looking V I’ve ever seen. Leaning up on my elbows, I watch in rapt fascination as he gently licks my clit. The satisfied groan he lets out makes me smile, but I fear my pussy juices have turned him feral. The gentleness is gone as he buries his face in my snatch and eats me out like a savage porn star. The sensations hitting every single nerve in my body are almost too much to process.

I feel like I'm free-falling and the only thing stopping me from splattering to my death is his face. "Alonzo," I cry, about to come. I try to push him away from me. He says nothing, but he does reach up and holds my hands down. He doesn't let up. He licks, no he drinks from my pussy like he's been in the desert for years. He's a thirsty man. I can do nothing but take it. Losing track of how long he's down there, I give into the sensation building within me. I scream my release like a banshee in the night, needing more immediately. Finally, he comes up for air, his face glistening with my juices. If that's not the hottest thing I have ever seen besides the man himself, I don't know what is.

"You taste like sin incarnate, like a poison that only I will drink. It's so sweet like a nectar of the Gods." Once again, he spreads my pussy lips open, examining my now swollen clit. Even I'm staring at me like this hot everything is hot. My body, my mind, my pussy. I'm keyed up, and I need more. "This cunt is mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand. My cunt is yours and yours alone. I saved myself for you, Alzono. Two torturous years, I’ve waited. I vowed you’d be my first, my only, my everything.” When he leans away from me, I reach out and drag my fingernails down his chest.

“You saved this gift for me?” he asks as he runs his hands over my body in what I can only describe as reverence. “You’re unsullied by another’s seed. You’re pure, chaste, wholly mine. I will treasure you for the rest of my life. Marry me, Bella. Marry me.”

“Yes,” I whimper, near tears again.

“I wouldn’t have accepted no as an answer, my love.”

“I’ll never tell you no,” I moan as he reaches my pussy again. He rubs his fingers through my folds, working me up again.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmurs.

“It’s all yours. Take it.”

“You want me to claim you?”

“More than anything. I’ve waited so long for you. I need you, please,” I beg.

“You have to wait a little bit longer, mia bella,”

“What? Why?” I ask, panicking.

“I will only bed my wife, and we will marry as soon as we are able. Then and only then will I claim you. More than that, I will breed you. I vowed to God, and you know you much vows and loyalty mean to.”

“Breed me?” I ask as I come to terms with what that means. I know he’s never been married, so that would mean that I would be his first and only as well. I find it hard to believe that a man like him would ever be a virgin this late in the game.

“I will fill your womb so full of my seed that there is no way you don’t get pregnant.”

“Oh,” I say. I can feel myself flush.

“You want me to breed you, don’t you?” he asks, sliding his finger into me, just a little bit.

“Oh, God,” I moan. His finger isn’t far enough in to do anything, but it feels so good.

“Answer me,” he demands, taking his finger out of me, making me whimper.

“Yes. Of course, I do, and I want that, and I want to be the mother of your children.”

“Then we wait for the wedding night, but that doesn’t mean I can’t taste you. It doesn’t mean I won’t be tongue deep in this juicy snatch until the moment I can sink my cock into you.”

“What about you?” I ask, wanting nothing more than to take care of him.

“Don’t worry about me, Bella. I can wait, but a goddess like you should be loved, worshipped, pleasured, and a myriad of words I can’t properly identify right now,” he says before burying his face against me again.


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