Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Thankfully, that didn’t seem likely. Even less so when he groaned into my mouth and his tongue dipped in, a gentle stroke against my own.
My pussy clenched in anticipation and when he held me up with one arm but began fiddling with his belt with the other, I helped by resting my elbows onto his shoulders, holding myself up as he worked to free himself. It took longer than I hoped and I pulled back a single second to speak against his lips, “Let me help.”
The arm on my ass tightened and he uttered possessively, “Don’t you fucking let go. I got you right where I want you.” I heard the jingle of his belt and then the lowering of his zipper, he bounced me lightly on his arm before reaching under my dress. He pulled my panties to one and groaned out loud when his searching fingers found me already wet. I smiled into the kiss and when he nipped my lower lip, my expression turned faraway as my hips bucked. I felt the stiff heat of his cock as he lined us up and then he brought his hand up to my chin, curling his fingers around it until they dug into my flesh, he looked me deep in the eye, fiendishly aroused and growled, “My baby’s always ready for me, isn’t she?” I tried to nod through his hold and Ettore was pleased by my efforts. “Now,” he said with a cold glint in his eye, “Take daddy’s cock.”
He began to lower me and when the head of him breached my pussy, a shaky sigh left me. It had been a long time and I’d forgotten how thick he was. We were a snug fit. Part way joined, my eyes locked onto his and stayed there. I blinked slowly as he pushed in even farther, stretching me, and in this position, he felt impossibly deep.
It was too much. He was too much.
He pressed a soft kiss to my lax lips. “You’re doing so good, baby. Just a little more. You can take it.”
With one final push, he was balls deep inside of me, and when my eyes fluttered open, I found his harsh gaze had softened some. Ettore brought his nose to mine, he closed his eyes and we breathed into each other a long moment, linked. In that moment of stillness, I felt every ripple and throb of him. I expected him to fuck me relentlessly, but for the first time since our wedding kiss, Ettore was gentle with me. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me tenderly, over and over again before he lightly suckled my bottom lip.
The throbbing of my pulse, I felt everywhere and as tightly as we were connected, I just knew he did too.
I allowed him to explore my mouth, pulling away playfully and smiling into his lips when he growled low in his throat, a clear warning to not take his toy away. He remained firmly lodged inside of me as we kissed. I couldn’t even find the will to be embarrassed about the fact that every time his tongue brushed my own, my pussy twinged. I felt wetness trickle out of me, seeping down between our bodies.
He was utterly infuriated when, as he ate at my lips, he paused to say, “You happy now? You tease and torment me, and there is only so much I can take. I’ve spent more time with my hand on my cock in the past two months than I have in my entire fucking life. I am only a man, Tori.” He nipped at my lips. “What the fuck are you doing to me? You’re like a goddamn drug.” Our mouths melded in a hot, wet kiss that smacked loudly when he pulled back to confess, “I can’t stop kissing you.”
I wasn’t the drug. He was. And I smiled happily as I snorted him up, basking on the high.
“So don’t,” was my throaty reply.
“I couldn’t even if I tried.”
The raw honesty between us was refreshing.
When he spun us, the feel of the cool refrigerator door on my back had my entire body breaking out in goosebumps. Using the stainless-steel surface as leverage, he watched my face as he pulled out slowly and pressed back in, and I felt an electrical current spark in the bundle of nerves between my legs.
I’d been dreaming of this for weeks. He was my biggest fantasy come to life.
He pulled out then pushed back in, harder this time, and I whined softly, loving the feel of my body stretching to accommodate him. In and out, over and over, gaining traction until Ettore fucked me slowly but steadily as his eyes searched my face. Gradually, I drowned in desire. And he didn’t stop. He worshipped me. He pressed his face into the side of my own and huffed, “You’re so fucking beautiful it makes my heart ache.”