My Italian Love Affair (The European Love Affair #2) Read Online Melissa Jane

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Sports Tags Authors: Series: The European Love Affair Series by Melissa Jane
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Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 135364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
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She’s spread out beneath me, her skin flushed, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths, her legs parted wide in invitation. She’s dripping for me, her slick coating her thighs, the scent of her arousal thick in the air, and dio; I want to taste her.

I want to bury my face between her perfect thighs and make her fall apart on my tongue, but the throbbing between my own legs is too much, and I can’t wait any longer.

I need to be inside her.

So, I give in.

I grip the base of my cock, thick and heavy in my palm, and drag the swollen length of it through her soaked cunt. My hand moves slowly up and down, coating myself in her wetness, teasing her, taunting her as I roll my hips, letting my cock slide against her clit.

Daphne moans, her nails digging into my shoulders, her thighs trembling around my waist.

"Dio mio," I mutter, my jaw tightening as I nudge the head of my cock against her entrance. My God.

She’s so wet, so fucking soft, and I feel her body pulse as if she’s begging for it, her pussy aching to take me in.

She arches beneath me, her hips shifting, desperate in their search for friction.

"Come on, Matteo," she groans, frustration bleeding into her voice. "I want you inside me. Now. Please."

I groan, my fingers flexing against her hips as I force myself to keep control.

Her voice - breathless, needy and fucking wrecked - sends a pulse of heat straight down my spine.

She wants me. She’s asking for me.

Who am I to deny her?

"Whatever you want," I grit out, cursing under my breath as I finally give her what we both need.

With one slow, powerful thrust, I sink into her, stretching her tight, perfect heat around me inch by inch.

And fuck -

She’s mine.

My breath shatters as I bottom out inside her, my fingers digging into her hips as I hold myself there, buried deep, giving her a moment to adjust, to take all of me.

She’s so goddamn tight, her walls fluttering around my cock and squeezing me like she needs this, like she was made for this.

Made for me.

"Matteo," she gasps, her hands gripping at my back, her nails raking down my skin in sharp, red-hot trails.

I hiss at the sting, my muscles tensing in response -

And then I retaliate.

I dip my head low, claiming her, my lips latching onto the soft curve of her breast before I catch one of her nipples between my teeth and tug.

She shudders beneath me, a strangled sound spilling from her lips as her back arches off the bench, pressing her chest harder into my mouth.

Fucking perfect.

Her walls clench around me, and I nearly lose it, my cock throbbing as I fight the primal instinct to fuck her like an animal, to pin her down and take everything.

"God," I groan, flicking my tongue over the stiff peak of her nipple, soothing the spot I just bit. "You’re going to be the fucking death of me."

Her fingers tangle in my hair, yanking me closer, and I growl against her skin.

I lift my head, my mouth crashing onto hers, swallowing the moan she lets out as I pull out just enough before thrusting back into her, filling her to the hilt once more.

"Oh, fuck," she whimpers, her body jerking against mine.

I smirk against her lips, satisfaction curling in my chest as she moans into my mouth, her body tight and trembling beneath me. Her hands claw at my back, nails dragging deliciously down my skin, marking me, claiming me just as much as I’m claiming her.

And fuck, if that doesn’t make me lose my mind.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur against her flushed skin, my lips trailing down the curve of her breast before I pull her nipple into my mouth again, rolling my tongue over the sensitive peak.

I flick it once, twice, before biting down just enough to make her jolt beneath me.

She’s so fucking responsive.

My cock throbs inside her, buried so deep I swear I can feel the way she pulses around me, the way her body tightens, spiraling closer, closer -

“Come on, bella,” I coax, my voice husky, rough. “Let it all go for me. I need to feel you come around my cock.”

The words barely leave my mouth before she snaps.

Her hips jerk wildly, chasing her pleasure, meeting each of my thrusts with a desperate, reckless rhythm.

Her body needs this.

She needs me.

And knowing that wrecks me.

I let my hands slide lower, gripping her hips and holding her right where I want her as I fuck into her with purpose. I make sure she takes every inch, make sure she remembers exactly who’s inside her.

She moans my name - breathless, wrecked and fucking mine - and I swear I nearly lose it right then and there.


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