Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
It’s made of wood, and it has a cup on top of a stick. There’s a string hanging off it with a small ball attached.
“The goal is to swing this ball in the air and catch it in the cup.” She models it for him, the ball going straight into the cup.
Damien giggles. “I wanna try!”
She gives it back, and he tries. The ball goes flying—thankfully, it’s tied to the string—but doesn’t go in.
His little brows pinch together as he tries over and over again, until it finally goes in. “I did it!” he whoops, looking around to make sure everyone saw.
“Good job,” Dominick says, making his presence known. “Go wash up. Dinner is ready.”
Before he can run inside, Peyton adds, “What do you say to Babushka for your gift?”
“Thank you!” he yells as he runs inside to wash up for dinner.
“He’s such a good boy,” Larisa says as she leans over and takes a peek at Adam and Justin. “And look at these two. I swear they’ve grown so much since I saw them. And the pictures don’t do them justice.”
“Yeah,” Peyton agrees. “And they both look like Dominick and Damien. I swear if I didn’t have the C-section scar and stretch marks from carrying them and giving birth, I would think my husband rolled over and created them himself.”
Everyone cracks up laughing.
“We definitely need a couple of girls to even out this gender playing field,” Larisa says with a laugh, glancing at Matteo and me.
“Oh no, don’t look at us,” Matteo says, wrapping his arms around me. “We’ll just have fun practicing.”
I glance up just in time to see him waggling his brows, and I roll my eyes.
“Well, you can count us out too,” Peyton adds. “I’m going to get on birth control tomorrow.”
Dominick grumbles something under his breath, and it has Peyton snorting in laughter.
“And since we all know I won’t be getting pregnant anytime soon,” Brielle murmurs, “it looks like you’ll just have to accept that the men overpower the women in this family.”
Larisa glances at Matteo and then Dominick and smirks. “We’ll see.”
“Sweetness, I’m going to need you to sit on my face.”
I snort out a laugh and shake my head.
We got home a little while ago from Sunday dinner, and after changing into something more comfortable, we found our way to the couch, where we’ve been watching more Vampire Diaries, mixed in with The Originals—since everyone knows once you hit season five of TVD, you have to watch them both.
“Is that what I need to do?” I ask, turning my attention from the screen to Matteo.
He’s lounging across the couch with his legs spread so I can lie between them.
“Yeah.” He licks his lips. “After that dinner, I’m craving some dessert.”
I laugh again, but instead of ignoring his antics, I crawl up his body so our fronts are flush. From my time with Matteo, I’ve learned that he has a short attention span. He can go from reading The Giver, to watching a show, to wanting to have sex or work out in a short span of time. He’s never been diagnosed, but I wouldn’t doubt he has some form of ADHD. Sometimes, it gives me whiplash, but other times, I love the way he marches to the beat of his own drum.
“You want me to sit on your face?” I clarify.
“Uh-huh.” He smirks mischievously.
He pinches my chin and pulls me in for a quick yet passion-filled kiss. “Sit on my face, baby.”
He moves down the couch until he’s lying on his back, and I know he’s deadly serious. Since I’m only wearing his shirt and a pair of panties, I slide my panties down my legs and then sit up, unsure of how to go about this.
“I love you,” I tell him. “And while I know you’re going to make this good, I’d hate to suffocate you before I have a chance to marry you.”
Matteo barks out a laugh and reaches around and slaps my ass. “Get up here so I can eat that pussy.”
He grips my hips, and I slide up his body until I’m hovering over his face, but in this direction, I have nothing to do but stare at the empty room while he makes me come.
So, instead, I clamber around until I’m facing the other direction. “If you’re getting dessert, then so am I,” I say, bending at the waist and pulling out his erection.
He’s already hard, so I wrap my fingers and lips around his pierced shaft and get to work on sucking him off.
He moans in pleasure as he pulls me toward him so I’m positioned right above his mouth and then starts—as he put it—eating his dessert.
Since he wanted this, I don’t give the fact that I’m literally sitting on his face a second thought. He’s a grown man who’s strong enough to lift me if my pussy is suffocating him.