Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
He speared a piece of meat and fed it to me next. His eyes burned with intensity as he fed me one piece after the other. I picked up another fork and lifted a piece of gnocchi to his mouth. “Now it’s my turn to feed you.”
“You fed me in the past,” he murmured. His hand closed around my knee, then slid higher, along my inner thigh. My lips parted when he cupped my mound and dipped a long finger between my folds and into me. He took the gnocchi from me and chewed slowly as his finger pumped into me. Despite my soreness, I was soaked. He never took his eyes off me as he fed me another bite of meat while fingering me at an unhurried pace. I leaned back, barely able to chew from the sensations coursing through me. His long finger massaged my inner wall while the heel of his hand pressed against my clit.
“Amelia,” he rasped as he pulled out his finger. He picked up a piece of gnocchi with it and brought it to his mouth, his eyes closing in pleasure as he groaned. “Your taste…”
I swallowed hard. Nestore met my gaze, then he dipped a finger into me again before he brought it to my mouth. “Taste yourself.”
I parted my lips, and he dipped his finger in. I swirled my tongue around it, marveling at the heady taste. He fed me a few more pieces of gnocchi and stew with his fingers before I felt hungry for something else.
As if he could feel my shifting need, he growled, “Lie down on the table.”
I got up, then turned around and hoisted myself up on the smooth wooden surface. Nestore pushed my legs apart. He picked up his fork and speared a piece of meat that he brought to his lips at the same time as he dipped his middle finger between my pussy lips, then slid it into my opening.
I moaned softly as he fingered me slowly, his eyes on my pussy while he ate his dinner. He added a second finger, making me wince briefly before pleasure banished any thought of soreness. He watched me as if he wanted to devour me, as if I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and it turned me on even more. I could have watched Nestore watching his fingers fucking me all night. He pulled out his fingers again and showed them to me. They were glistening with my arousal, shiny and slick. He pushed them into his mouth and sucked them clean before he slammed them into me again. This time, he didn’t move slowly. His fingers pistoned into me hard and fast. He shoved to his feet with a sound of impatience and pressed his lips over my clit, sucking it into his mouth.
I cried out as stars danced before my eyes. I came with a resounding cry, my back arching up. The cutlery clanged as the table trembled under my orgasm. Nestore kept sucking my clit as he pounded me with his fingers until I couldn’t take anymore. “Enough,” I gasped.
His fingers stopped deep inside me, and he exhaled against my clit. His lustful eyes met mine as he slowly pulled out of me, then he pushed my thighs even farther apart and began to lap up my release. He never took his eyes off me as he dipped his tongue into my opening, then licked along my swollen lips.
I shuddered, overwhelmed by the sensations. He kissed my pussy before he straightened and pulled my body around so my head now lay at the edge of the table. He pulled down his trousers, making his cock spring free before my face. His thick head glistened with precum. “It’s time I claim another first and fuck your beautiful mouth.”
I licked my lips, nervous and eager at once. Nestore raked his fingers through my hair and tilted my head to the side. He stepped closer so his tip brushed my lips, then slid in. I widened my lips to accommodate him, groaning as I tasted his precum on my tongue. He slid deeper until his tip hit the back of my throat, and I gagged.
Nestore’s fingers in my hair tightened. “Relax. You can take all of me.”
I drew in a deep breath through my nose and slackened my jaw. Nestore pushed in deeper, and finally, he settled all the way in me, his balls pressing against my chin. He groaned, low in his throat, his six-pack flexing. He looked breathtaking. His hungry gaze hit me, and with his hand in my hair keeping me in place, he began to slide in and out slowly. His other hand curled loosely around my throat. “I can feel my cock.”
I couldn’t speak, so I hummed my approval as I hollowed my cheeks. Nestore’s movements quickly became jerky, and his fingers on my throat flexed.