Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 143870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 719(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 480(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 719(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 480(@300wpm)
“Does that please you, Mrs. Vitale?” His voice dips as he reaches out and slides his palms up the back of my thighs.
A shiver rolls down my spine as pleasure sparks inside me. I never could have known when I started this game how much I’d come to enjoy it. But every time he refers to me as his wife, something in me melts.
His hands continue to wander, groping my ass while he eye-fucks me. I know he’s about to throw me on the desk and have his way if I don’t take control soon.
I lift my knee and press it between his legs, settling it on the edge of the chair. Using his tie for leverage, I pull him closer and clutch his jaw, my lips a breath from his.
“Don’t forget your manners, baby.”
Amusement flickers in his dark gaze, and I don’t doubt he’s recalling the first time he said that to me.
“I’m sorry, cara. Were you expecting a gentleman?”
“Do I ever?” I muse.
Working my fingers up his tie, I loosen the knot and pull it from his collar. After I toss that onto his desk, I move on to his shirt, slipping the buttons free and slowly peeling apart the fabric.
I let out a little hum of pleasure as I uncover the solid expanse of his upper body and that perfect landscape of olive skin.
Sinking to my knees on the floor, I lean over the hard length of his erection and kiss my way down his abdomen, leaving lipstick prints as I go.
A visible shudder runs through him, and when I look up at him, the fire in his eyes heats my blood.
I glide my hands up the length of his muscular calves and over his solid thighs, widening them as I dip my head closer.
He lets out a broken breath as I kiss a path along the heavy swell of his cock through the material of his trousers. When I reach his belt buckle, I hold his gaze while I unfasten his pants.
“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?” he rasps. “If you only knew how many times I thought about you doing this.”
Warmth kindles inside me as I picture him pleasuring himself with this in mind. And dear God, I would have loved to see that.
I tug down his briefs and wrap my gloved hand around his throbbing cock, stroking him languidly.
“Is it as pleasing as you imagined, Mr. Vitale?”
“La mia ladra, there isn’t a soul on this earth who could ever keep me from you.”
His words stitch together the broken parts of me that always feared I’d never be enough. And for once, I let myself believe him.
“I like that you’re a gentleman when it counts.” I lick the head of his cock. “And even better when you know not to be.”
“What does my gattina want?” He threads his fingers through my hair and wraps it around his fist.
“I want you to use my throat.”
A low sound of approval rumbles in his chest as his palm traces the curve of my face. “What my wife wants, my wife gets.”
Using his grip on my hair, he guides my mouth over his length until he hits the back of my throat.
I’m glad to find that pregnancy hasn’t changed my lack of a gag reflex. Because, tonight, I want nothing more than to pleasure this man until his restraint burns to ash.
He drags my head back and pushes it down, finding his rhythm as he praises me with roughly spoken words.
“That’s it, principessa. You take my cock like such a good fucking girl.”
I dig my fingers into his thighs as a desperate craving pulses inside me. I’m so turned on, I’m aching to make him come just so I can climb on top of him and do it all over again.
Tension draws his muscles tighter as he punctuates his masculine groans with a mixture of broken Italian and English. I don’t know what he’s saying, but listening to him unravel has me drunk with pleasure.
I moan around him in response, and a tremor courses through his body as he reaches the tipping point of agony.
His grip on my hair tightens, and he shudders out his release with a ragged breath.
I lift my gaze to his as his cum spills down my throat, and the feral possession in his eyes settles deep in my bones.
I keep sucking him as he pets my hair, and the moment suspends itself until he finally frees his cock from my mouth.
“Someone’s greedy.” His thumb scrapes over my lips. “Do you want more?”
I nod, and the dark hunger in his gaze sends a surge of need through my body.
“Come up here.”
I rise on wobbly legs, and he pulls me onto his lap.
“Did you miss me today, Mrs. Vitale?”
“Yes.” I sigh. “I’ve been severely neglected and underfucked.”