Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Her breathing grew sharp and fast.
“Please, please,” she begged.
“What is it, darling girl?” he asked.
Shoot.
Dare she ask? She bit her lip.
“Tell me.” This time his voice was firmer. Leaving her no choice but to ask.
“Can I . . . will you touch me? Down there?”
“You want me to? You know I’ve never done that before.”
“Please, I’m dying.” She gave him her most pathetic look and he snorted.
Drat.
Seemed that he didn’t believe her.
Rude.
But then he moved so he was kneeling on the floor next to the bed.
“Scoot down so your hips are at the edge,” he bossed.
She shifted and he tapped the insides of her thighs again. “Hold these up to your chest and out.”
Obeying him, she raised her legs up.
“So pretty.” He ran a finger down her pussy. “I didn’t realize it would be so beautiful.”
“Is it?”
“Have you never looked at it?”
“No!” Why would she do that?
“Sit up and keep your legs spread wide,” he bossed. “I will find a mirror.”
“Rome! I can’t look at myself,” she protested as he came out of the bathroom with a handheld mirror.
“Of course you can.” He placed the mirror between her legs. “Now look.”
This might be the most embarrassing thing she’d ever done but she peered into the mirror. He reached down with his hand and parted her lower lips.
Oh wow.
That did look hot.
It probably wouldn’t have without his hand there, but yeah . . . super hot.
“Isn’t she pretty?” Roman asked.
“Yes, she is. I never realized.”
“Every part of you is amazing, darling girl, and nothing should be off-limits.”
“I was always made to feel like I shouldn’t be a girl,” she confessed. “That it was wrong or bad or . . . inferior, I guess.”
“I know what it feels like to be uncomfortable with your body, to feel like you’re not good enough,” he told her.
Yeah, if anyone would understand it was Roman.
“But we shouldn’t let them have any hold over us. We can’t let them dictate who we are or how we should act. Understand?”
That was the fiercest she thought she’d ever heard him.
“I hear you. I might look at her every morning.”
He chuckled. “And when you do, you tell yourself that you are strong, you are beautiful, and you are more than enough.”
“Thanks, Rome.”
“No problem, darling girl. Now, lay back down. I have the urge to taste you.”
No one was more surprised than him by his words or the urge to taste her pussy.
But he couldn’t deny it.
In fact, he’d been thinking about it for a long time. He’d even watched some instructional videos.
He just hoped that he didn’t mess this all up.
“Oh, thank God,” she said as she lay back and drew her legs up to her chest again.
He hadn’t been lying before.
Her pussy was a piece of art. Parting her lips, he took a long lick.
How did she taste so good? And the noises coming from her were more than enough to spur him on.
He flicked his tongue over her clit, until she stiffened and her moans deepened.
Oh. He didn’t want her to come just yet. He was having too much fun playing.
Roman moved his tongue down lower to her entrance and she let out a noise of disapproval. He had to grin.
Poor baby.
Then he thrust his tongue deep inside her. He’d thought he might have more trouble touching her than this, but he should have known that he wouldn’t. He’d been able to touch her more easily for a while now.
But he’d known he would have to get fully naked and that added a whole other level to his nerves.
So far, though, he hadn’t had any issues.
“Please, please, please,” she begged. “Can I come? I need to come.”
“You can come, darling girl,” he told her. Then he used his tongue to play with her clit while he thrust two fingers deep inside her.
He drove them in and out as her cries filled the room and then she clenched down around him as she screamed.
Wow.
That was . . . he didn’t even have words. He slid his fingers free from her pussy and brought them to his mouth, sucking strongly.
“Rome?” she said breathlessly.
He got up and kneeled on the bed, staring down at her in concern. “Are you all right? Was that okay?”
“It was more than all right,” she replied, staring up at him with a dreamy smile on her face. “It was the most wonderful thing ever.”
“So I did okay?” he asked. He hated to sound needy, but he also liked feedback. “Anything I can improve on?”
“If you improve on that, I might just die. Although it will be a heck of a way to go.”
He smiled.
“Can I touch you now?” she asked. “Or can I touch your cock? With my mouth?”
He swallowed heavily. He wanted that. A lot. When she had her mouth around his cock, everything else seemed to fade away and he didn’t hear the voices in his head, berating him. Telling him that he wasn’t enough.