Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I didn’t wear a bra underneath, so my tits were exposed first before the rest of me.
He threw the dress off the bed before he hooked his thumb into the literal string of material over my hip from my thong. Instead of ripping it off, he touched my hips, stared down at my body like he wanted to take a moment to gaze upon it. Then he slid his hand to the top of my ass, grabbed the barely there material, and lifted my hips as he pulled it free.
Once the material was gone, I tried to pull him toward me, to anchor his hips between my soft thighs, but he moved in the other direction, scooping his arms underneath my ass and thighs so he could kiss my aching flesh.
It was an offer I normally wouldn’t refuse, especially from someone like him, but I didn’t need another ounce of foreplay. Just looking at him was fucking foreplay enough. “No.” I tugged him back to me. “I want you. Now.” I’d never been bossy like this, in any circumstance, but I wasn’t myself at all right now.
He settled between my thighs as I asked, his narrow hips a perfect fit, and he tilted my hips back so he could fold me into the position that he wanted me in. He hooked one of his forearms behind my knees to keep me open, his massive body on top of mine, chiseled and hard, all for me to enjoy. “Pull out, or are you on the pill?”
He was going to fuck me without a condom, and because I wasn’t myself at all, I didn’t care. Delirious with my attraction to this gorgeous man, I wanted skin to skin, the consequences be damned. “Come inside me.”
He inhaled a breath so sharp I felt the hard edge. There was no smirk like there’d been in the past, just that same intense stare he’d given me from the restaurant, from across the bar. He licked his palm and then swiped his wet hand over the head of his dick before he guided himself inside me and gave a gentle push between my lips.
He must have felt the pool right away, because he released the sexiest moan before he gave a hard thrust, pushing his fat length inside me where it belonged.
I gave a gasp because my body wasn’t ready for it, but I loved the jerk of pain, felt the way my body struggled to stretch to accommodate him. But once it did . . . fuck. My nails clawed at the flesh of his arms, and I released the loudest moan of my life. “Oh . . . yes.” I should restrain my enthusiasm and play it cool, but Jesus Christ, look at this man. Of all the women in Taormina, all the women in that bar tonight, he chose me, and that ego boost was the catalyst to the greatest orgasm in my life. I felt it start the second we stepped into his bedroom. The moment he kissed me, my body filled with an electric charge that grew in anticipation of the shock.
He thrust into me from above, holding his hard body up with his muscular arms and legs, his fat dick nailing me into the mattress over and over, a piston from a machine with the horsepower of a V12 engine.
I didn’t moan like a normal woman, all sexy with parted lips and bedroom eyes. I completely came apart right from the start, like my pussy was filled with cobwebs because no one had touched me in years. The last time Enzo and I’d had good sex . . . I couldn’t even remember. But it’d been so long since he’d fucked me like this that I certainly couldn’t recall it. So I came in just a few seconds of Constantine’s thrusts, squeezing his dick with my clenching body, my nails digging into the muscle underneath his tough skin. I didn’t even see his reaction when I launched into the sky, not when my vision blurred with tears, not when my head rolled back and I said so many things between my moans like, “Fuck yes . . . yes . . . god yes.” This wasn’t the superficial high from a vibrator or my fingers. It was that deep combustion that could only be produced by a big dick and a hard pelvic bone right against my clit. “Sweet mother of God . . .”
His thrusts remained at full speed as I had the longest climax of my life, the intensity peaked all the way from beginning to end, one so strong I couldn’t control the thrusts of my hips. I was just a body at his mercy, my soul already committed to heaven.
The wave passed and I breathed hard like I was the one doing all the work, and he continued to plow me with a dick sculpted by Michelangelo himself. Missionary and arguably vanilla, but damn, it was great.