Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 111537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
At the moment of climax, my eyes flash wide open. The sun burns down on me, blinding me to everything else. I feel a rush of moisture between my legs, and the tremors that started there spread outward to every fiber of my being.
Francisco retracts his finger before licking it clean. He crawls up my body to kiss me, and I can taste myself on his lips. It’s a magical sensation that’s almost dirty. Almost, but not quite. There’s too much love in the flavor for me to dislike it.
But instead of remaining there, he eases his way back down my torso. I barely see him remove his pants and underwear before he lifts both of my legs in the air. I’m still giddy from the pussy eating, and I don’t offer much resistance. He’s in charge, both physically and mentally at this point. I’m just along for the ride, and what an amazing ride it is.
He plunges his cock into my wet heat, shaking up my whole world again. If it’s even possible, he goes deeper than he’s ever gone before. I remember the last time we made love on his desk. All the positions we used were nothing compared to this one.
A fleeting thought drifts through my head: I wonder how many positions Francisco knows, and if we’re going to try different ones every time. What an exotic playground my life would be if sex were always adventurous. I imagine making love on tropical beaches, in airplanes and limousines. None of those things are impossible. In fact, they are all quite likely if I stick with my man.
Though visions of future sexual encounters are enticing, I’m drawn back to reality and the fact that Francisco is fucking me right now. He glides in and out with the power of a predator. This feels primal and raw. We’re right there on the patio, screwing each other beneath the blazing sun.
I arch my back, and my shoulder blades scrape against the rock. The way he’s pounding almost hurts, every thrust digging my tailbone further into the ground. But I’m beyond caring. The intensity of our connection takes my breath away and soothes all my pain. My vision narrows, and I can only see him, bent over my sprawled legs, thrusting like a machine.
His cock is so big, it pries me apart at the seams. I cry out, not caring who hears me. I can feel my body barreling toward another climax, this one even greater than the one that came before. The sun comes crashing out of the sky, and everything goes dark. I feel myself floating toward the sky, but at the same time I can still feel Francisco’s cock lodged deep inside me.
In my delirious state, I sense him rising to his own release. He pumps twice, three times and then freezes, shooting his load. His hands grip my thighs hard, his dick stiff between my legs pulsing.
By the time I regain consciousness, he’s relaxed. We allow my legs to slip one by one to the ground, and he comes down on top of me. Still connected, we lay together until the discomfort of the stone surface gets the better of us.
Francisco withdraws, leaving me empty for the first time in what feels like forever. I hear my breath escape in a blissful sigh. He leans back, wincing. I give him a lazy smile, wondering what the problem is.
“My knees,” he says simply.
“Old man,” I tease.
He smacks my ass, climbing to his feet to retrieve his pants.
CHAPTER 30
FRANCISCO
Now that Marlena and I have smoothed things over, I’m looking forward to introducing her to Carmine. She’s never met this side of her family, and I feel lucky to be the one to make it happen.
We’re like newlyweds now. We can’t keep our hands off each other. I help her up from the pool deck and watch her closely as she ties up the lower half of her bikini. The top half is still in the pool, and she looks at it longingly, as if she doesn’t want to get wet again.
“I’m not going in there,” I say. I’ve already got my pants on and I’m reaching for my shirt.
“You threw it in,” she says.
“Yeah, but you’re the one in the bathing suit,” I counter.
She pouts, but walks back into the water to fetch it. I get an eyeful of her beautiful body surrounded by gentle, sparkling waves. I’m a lucky man.
She walks back out, dripping wet and stunning to see. I nearly beg her not to put her top back on, but of course we have to go back into the house. I don’t want to spend all day sunbathing, although that sounds relaxing. We’ve got work to do, and no time like the present to do it.
“I’d like to take you to meet your family,” I announce.