Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
She set the shell aside, then stuck out her tongue and grabbed the base of my dick—like my cock was a lollipop. She dragged her tongue up, caught the cream in her mouth, and when she made it to the top, she licked the dollop she left there and swallowed it like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.
I propped my arm underneath the back of my head and dug my fingers into her hair to keep the strands from her face, watching her eat the white cream off my dick, taking her time like she was doing this for herself as well as for me.
She flattened her tongue and sheathed me with her mouth, the cream down my base catching on the sides of her lips as she moved down as far as she could go, maybe going a little too far, because she came back up and took a deep breath as if she needed to recover from the strain.
When she went down again, she was prepared for the hit to the back of her throat, and she was able to come back up and then lick another drop of cream from the top of my head, fulfilling a fantasy I didn’t even know I had until now.
My fingers deepened into the curtain of dark hair, my hands cupping her face. “Attagirl.”
When all the cream had been licked away, it turned into a straight blow job, but I didn’t make it past the first minute before I released into that warm mouth.
And she drank every drop like it was just as sweet.
Chapter 7
Aurelia
Constantine stepped out of the shower, drops of water clinging to his naked skin like drops of dew on a summer morning. A living sculpture that had a beating heart, he moved to the dresser and grabbed a fresh pair of boxers. He ran his fingers through his damp hair absentmindedly.
Naked on his bed, I lay there and admired him.
“Do you like seafood?” he asked suddenly. He pulled on the black boxers before he tapped the screen of his phone to see what messages had popped up since he’d last checked it. There seemed to be nothing of importance, because he turned to look at me.
“Of course.”
“I know a good spot.” He grabbed a watch from the counter and slipped it onto his wrist before he clasped it closed. The face of the timepiece was turned toward me for an instant, and I recognized it as a Patek Philippe.
The most expensive watch brand in the world.
The only reason I knew that was because of some of the weddings I shot. Sometimes rich clients hired me, billionaires, and I’d seen glimpses of that world. They wore watches just like that. “For . . . ?”
“Dinner.” He moved toward the bed, then took a seat at the edge. He reached for my ankle, his fingers lightly touching the skin and feeling the gold anklet that sat there. His eyes were on me like he didn’t think twice about his actions. So subtle and quiet, but somehow sensual and intimate.
“The tour continues?”
His eyes held mine for an instant before a smile slowly lifted his lips. “Keep paying me well, and I’ll show you the world.” His fingers went still on my ankle before he rose to his feet and moved back toward his closet.
I watched him go until he disappeared, and my heart gave an inexplicable lurch. Even the simplest touches left invisible marks on my skin. I barely knew anything about the man except his name and his homeland, but I felt close to him. “Is it a nice place?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll swing by my hotel and change.” I left the bed and pulled on everything I’d been wearing, before I grabbed my purse. “Want me to meet you there?”
He came back out of the closet, a black button-up shirt open across his tattooed chest. He worked the buttons without needing to watch his fingers work. “You think you could find it?”
“Heard of Google Maps?”
He smirked. “Then I’ll meet you there in an hour, sweetheart.”
When I arrived at Osteria RossoDiVino, Constantine was already seated at a table underneath an outdoor space heater. The patio was full of other couples enjoying a bottle of wine and their dinner.
It was a longer walk from my hotel than it was from his, but Taormina was small and safe, and walking alone down the cobblestone streets and the narrow alleys felt more like an adventure than a risk.
He sat with his arms crossed, a candle burning low on the table with a bottle of wine already placed there. He spoke with the waiter, and judging by their body language, they knew each other. The waiter said something funny, because Constantine flashed his signature mouthwatering, panty-dropping smile.
God, he was so hot.
Seriously, the hottest piece of man I’d ever laid eyes on.