Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 65987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Then he dove in, his tongue hot and wet as he flattened it against my clit and dragged it up, slow as sin. I nearly levitated off the bed. I fisted my hands in that perfect hair, but he didn’t let up. He used his big hands to lock my hips down tight, so all I could do was thrash and moan while he licked and sucked like a man possessed.
“Oh my God. Dario. Oh my God!” A scream ripped through me as I came almost way sooner than I was comfortable with. Even though I was nearly lost in a pleasure I had no hope of ever controlling, I was fully aware of how this wasn’t a “relationship.” We were playing a game of actions and consequences and I was very much afraid I wasn’t prepared for the consequences of participating.
He didn’t slow down. Didn’t even pause. Every flick of his tongue was brutal. Merciless. He rolled my clit under his mouth, sucking just hard enough to make my toes curl, then he licked me again, even slower. This time, he paused over my clit as if expecting me to come again. I didn’t, but only by shear force of will. I already knew I was the amateur in this encounter and I absolutely would not show any more weakness.
“Sweet,” he growled against me, his voice rough and full of need. “You taste so fucking sweet, Belle. I could eat you for days.”
Jesus. My hips bucked off the bed, but Dario just hooked one arm under my thigh and the other over my pelvis, pinning me firmly beneath his erotic kiss. He kept going, his mouth relentless, his tongue working me until I screamed again.
A sob of frustration and need broke free from me, the pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. I clung to his hair, my thighs trembling and slick with sweat. Dario just held on, kept his mouth tight on my clit, fucking me with his tongue and grinding his face against me until the world dissolved. I screamed, the sound so loud I wouldn’t have been surprised if they heard me in the club below. He didn’t slow down. Didn’t give me a breather. He was relentless.
God, he liked this control he had over me! The bastard was eating my pussy like it was the last meal he’d ever have, making obscene noises low in his throat every time I came. His growls and grunts and snarls made it all so much worse. Or better! Every time he made a sound, vibrations fluttered my pussy. Even if there hadn’t been a physical sensation, those noises of pleasure and dominance were like another hand he could use to stroke me.
“Dario! Dario! Ah fuck! I can’t, I can’t, I can’t!” My body seized, every nerve ending on fire. It was too much. Way, way too much. I might have been protesting, but my body wasn’t getting the message. I came again with enough intensity to scramble my brain and permanently tweak my gray matter.
He didn’t seem to give a shit. Instead he slapped my outer thigh, hard, sending a new shock straight through me. “You can,” he growled the command. “You will. Give me every last bit, Belle.” Despite his obvious delight in asserting his dominance, his voice was still rough with need. “I want to taste you come again, baby.”
He shoved two thick fingers inside me. I nearly blacked out. I didn’t know whether to beg him to stop or thank him for killing me with pleasure. I’d never been on the receiving end of anything this intense. Not even close. My legs went numb, my spine locked up, and I just shook and shook, my head tossing side to side as he lapped at my clit like he was starving.
“Dario, wait! Oh fuck, please!” I was sobbing now, the pleasure so acute it was almost pain. My heels drummed on the bed as I tried to twist away. He wouldn’t let me go. Not even a little. He yanked my legs wide open so he could get right back to devouring my pussy, over and over, never letting up, never giving me a break. It was too much. Way, way too fucking much.
He growled again. The sound vibrated straight into my bones. “You’re going to come for me again. Right fucking now, Belle. Let me taste you while you scream my name.”
Holy. Shit. There was no denying the man when he used that tone of voice.
Like his obedient servant, I did as he commanded. I came so hard I saw stars and my ears rang. My muscles seized and all I could do was suck in a breath. I couldn’t scream.
Until I did.
He grinned up at me, satisfaction dark and hungry, his jaw and lips slick with my arousal. The bastard looked feral. Like he wanted to mark me, own me, devour every inch. “Right there,” he rasped, tongue flicking my clit once, twice, the rhythm merciless. “Goddamn, Belle. You’re so fucking responsive. The noises you make? Christ.” His smile was anything but reassuring, the satisfaction on his face something I was afraid to examine too quickly. I was certain I’d have plenty of time later to think about how easily I’d proven to Dario exactly how naive I am.