Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“I can’t wait any longer,” she hums.
She’ll have to endure a little longer. “Let me look at you,” I say, as I grab her face and caress her so gently she nearly melts into the palm of my hand. “So beautiful …”
This woman has riled me up like nothing ever has, and I have wanted nothing more than to fuck her until she finally forgot all about her anger toward me, and I am done holding back.
My fingers curl under her dress, and I slowly roll it up over her head until her perfect tits spill out and her naked body presses up against mine while I throw it to the floor.
She shudders in place, as if she’s confused by my adoration, but I am done hiding my growing obsession. I grab her breast and cover her nipple with my lips, sucking until it hardens in my mouth, and fuck me, there is nothing quite like the taste of her perfect tits.
She hovers over my dick, but I hold her back for just a few seconds more, so I can savor this moment before the after.
“I thought you wanted to fuck me?” she murmurs.
I lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, while my hand cups the small of her back.
It’s not her pussy I want, it’s her goddamn heart.
“I want you,” I reply. “All of you.”
Her lips part, allowing me access, and I lick the roof of her mouth, dying of a thirst I never felt before. I want to own this woman, make her beg for more day in and day out, and scream her name off the rooftops, but I want my wife to want me just as badly, and it’s slowly been chipping away at my sanity.
“Please … Matteo,” she begs, kissing me just as feverishly. “I need to feel you inside me.”
Fuck. Hearing her say my name like that makes my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head.
I grasp her face and smash my lips onto hers, groaning as I force the seam of her lips apart and lick the roof of her mouth. I’m so goddamn hungry for this woman, and she’s been taunting me ever since she came into my house.
Enough.
With my lips still firmly on hers, I wrap my arm around her and throw her onto the bed with me on top. She squeals with delight, but I silence her with more rabid kisses and hungry nips at her lips. My hand slides down her body, getting used to the feel of her beneath me, my fingertips grazing past her nipples, which peak under my command. She’s so goddamn beautiful I can’t take my eyes off her, and I want nothing more than for her to say my name over and over again while I fuck her pussy raw and remind her who she belongs to.
“Are you ready?” I whisper, kissing the top of her lip.
“Let me feel you,” she groans. “Please.”
I thrust in deep, and her lips form an O-shape as her head tilts back with pleasure. She gasps as I bury myself deeply within her and let her adjust to my size. I reach down toward her thigh, grab one leg, and push it up so she’s forced to open up even more for me.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
I thrust in again. “Say my name.”
“Matteo,” she repeats, and I pound into her as a reward.
“Who do you belong to?”
“Matteo De Silva!”
“All mine,” I growl as I kiss her lips and bury myself deeply within her pussy.
MATTEO
I pull out and thrust back in again, watching her face scrunch up in the most delicious way.
“You look so pretty while you’re being fucked the way you deserve.”
“Oh fuck, Matteo,” she moans. “Harder.”
I smirk. “And here I was thinking you knew better than to taunt a mafioso.”
Thrust.
“How does it feel to have my cock inside you, Stella?”
Thrust.
“Does it make you want to whimper and cry out for more?”
Thrust.
“Yes,” she moans out loud. “Please, more.”
God, I love hearing her beg. I grin and lean over, pecking her lips and neck, leaving a trail of saliva and ownership.
Thrust.
“Does it make you want to come all over my cock?” I whisper into her ear.
“Fuck yes,” she murmurs, her eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head with the next thrust.
I lean up and bring my fingers down to her pussy so I can stroke her. Her wetness coats my length as I pound into her, and I slip my fingers down her slit and roll them around her clit while she writhes beneath me on the bed.
She bites her lip. “Oh God.”
I grin. “No God wants to watch you beg to me in his stead.”
I roll my fingers around her most sensitive spot until it begins to throb, and her back arches.
“Fuck, Matteo,” she moans.