Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 135364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
"Matteo," she whimpers, her fingers tangling in my hair, yanking me closer.
Then, I feel it.
Her body locks around me, tight and hot and so fucking perfect, and she shatters.
Her walls clench down hard, spasming around my cock as her orgasm crashes through her. I groan, pressing my forehead against hers, my thrusts turning rougher as I fuck her through every last pulse of pleasure.
“That’s it, Daphne,” I rasp, my voice tight, my muscles straining. “Give it to me. Give me everything. I’ve got you.”
Her moans are breathy and uneven, her body still trembling as she rides out the aftershocks, and fuck - I can hear how wet she is.
It’s obscene. Erotic.
It’s fucking perfect.
"You feel so fucking good," I mutter against her throat, dragging my lips along her jaw, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against her sweat-slicked skin. "Your perfect little pussy is So. Fucking. Tight."
She shudders, her nails still digging into my shoulders, and I can’t stop now.
I won’t stop until I’m buried so deep inside her that neither of us can breathe.
Her hands slide over my arms, gripping my biceps and holding onto me like she needs me to keep her anchored. I capture her lips in a desperate, filthy kiss as my own pleasure builds, rising fast, too fast -
All the while, I thrust harder, faster, deeper.
The heat in my spine tightens, my cock thick inside her, and she feels it - she knows - because she turns her head, lips brushing my ear.
“Come on,” she whispers, her voice fucking deadly. “I want to feel you cum inside me.”
That’s all it takes.
I let out a guttural groan, my head dropping against her shoulder as my hips stutter and I finally, finally let go.
I press as deep as I can, owning every inch of her. My release pours into her pussy in thick, hot pulses, my whole body locking as I pulse, emptying myself fully inside her.
Fuck.
It’s overwhelming, raw and all-consuming, my vision going white-hot as I shudder, as I give her everything.
For a long, breathless moment, neither of us move.
We’re just locked together, panting, our bodies still shaking with the aftershocks.
Then, slowly, I collapse against her.
She lets out a soft oof of surprise, and we laugh together. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of sweat and sex and her.
Her fingers trace lazy circles against my back, and I let my eyes fall shut for a second.
Dio, this is dangerous.
I should pull out. I should move. I should do something.
But I don’t.
Instead, I stay inside her, still hard, still buried deep, still owning her body in a way that makes my chest tighten.
Eventually, I force myself to move, to leave the warmth of her body, and I swear I nearly groan at the loss.
She lets out a little whimper when I slip free, and fuck, that sound? That fucking sound?
It’s going to haunt me.
I sit up first, watching as she slowly pushes herself upright, straddling the hard bench. Her legs are trembling, her skin still flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses.
She’s stunning.
Something flickers across her face, but she doesn’t pull away.
She does glance down, though.
I catch the slight flush of pink on her cheeks when she sees the mess I’ve left between her thighs, but before she can react, I reach out, tilting her chin up with a knuckle.
"You’re beautiful," I murmur, my voice still thick with satisfaction.
She blinks up at me, eyes wide, and then - slowly - she smiles.
My chest tightens, and I feel myself becoming overwhelmed at the weight of this.
Because that smile?
It wrecks me.
She has no idea. No fucking idea what she’s done to me, what she’s doing to me.
I grin back, lazy and knowing as I lean back on my knees, reach for my hoodie and tug it back over my head.
“Well,” she says, smoothing a hand over her hair, trying to gather herself. “That was…”
I arch a brow.
“Incredible?”
She shoots me a look.
“Not quite what I was going to say.”
I smirk, pulling the hoodie into place.
“Liar.”
She rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t argue.
Instead, she grabs her bra and her blouse, dressing quickly. I do the same, turning and watching once I’m finished as she reaches for her jeans, sliding them up her still-trembling thighs.
She must feel me watching her, because she huffs, standing up straight as she fastens them.
"What?" she asks.
I shake my head as I stand up and step in close.
"Nothing," I say, voice low as I brush my knuckles against her chin again, tilting her face up to mine. "Just enjoying the view."
She scoffs, shoving at my chest.
It’s a mistake, because she only makes herself more aware of how fucking solid I am.
I chuckle, catching her wrist before she can move away. She looks at me knowingly before she slips on her shoes, using me for balance.