Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“I missed you every second I was away,” he whispers, licking me up and down, hardening his tongue so he can spread me wide. I’m wet, soaking and dripping, and he only groans as he tastes me. I run my fingers through his thick hair, arching my back into his mouth.
“I missed you too,” I admit, hating myself a little bit for that weakness. But if I want him to open up to me, I have to be willing to meet him halfway. “It’s not the same when you’re not around.”
He groans as he licks me. His fingers slide into my pussy, and he devours my clit, praising me as he does it. “You’re delicious. The noises you make are perfect. I want to push you right up to the edge and hold you there until it feels like every single muscle in your body is going to clench and break. I want you begging, moaning, dripping, writhing, begging for fucking release. I want you tumbling into your own personal hell of pleasure and need. I want you to want like you’ve never wanted before, so badly it’s like your very core will never be satisfied unless I give you what you want, and only then, when you’ve been destroyed with need and neglected to the point of breaking, only then will I finally shatter you and give you what you want. I need you trembling for me, baby. Trembling on your knees and saying my name. Whisper it now, Lucy.”
“Adriano,” I gasp as his fingers sink deep into my pussy and he drags my face down to meet him. I taste myself on his lips as his tongue invades my mouth, hungry and possessive.
“That’s right,” he whispers, fingers gliding in and out. I’m making these insane, soaking wet sounds, and everything feels so heightened it’s like I’m going to explode at any moment.
But as soon as it feels like I’m going to burst, he pulls back. I gasp, eyes wide and desperate, as he bites my inner thigh lightly then pulls my hair. He turns me, puts me on all fours, and teases me from behind. “Adriano, please,” I moan, wanting to come so badly it’s like I’ve lost all sense of time. “I need it, god, make me come.”
“That’s right, baby,” he purrs, teasing me more. “Tell me how fucking filthy you are. How desperate you feel to come for me. How you are mine, every inch of your body is mine, and only I can finally deliver to you the release you desperately need. Tell me now, baby.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, grinding myself into his fingers. “Only you can make me come. You’re going to fucking break me.”
“Good,” he whispers, and again, right as I’m about to come, he pulls back. This time, he spanks me hard, making me gasp with the sudden jolt of pain. I stare in shock, and he does it again. This time, he takes off his slacks and guides me by the hair to his cock.
I take him into my mouth. He stands at the end of the bed as I suck him. I’m drooling down his shaft, taking every inch of his massive dick, and I can’t help myself. I reach between my legs and tease my pussy, rocking back and forth as I rub my clit and suck his thick cock.
“Look at you, baby,” he purrs, voice light as a feather. “Touching yourself while taking my cock. You really are desperate to finally come, aren’t you? And I’ve only just started to toy with you.”
I moan, whimpering, unable to speak with his dick in my mouth. I rub my clit faster, moaning, gagging, sucking.
“You’re close, aren’t you? But that pussy is mine to break, Lucy.” He pulls his dick from my mouth and wrestles me back. His body is granite and hotter than sunshine. He pins me to the bed, and I push into him, whimpering and begging him to fill me.
“Please, I need it,” I whisper, kissing his neck, kissing his lips, trying to grab his hips to make him fill me. “Please, please, I need you in me.”
“Keep begging, baby,” he says, teasing me with his tip.
“Fuck, please,” I say, arching forward, and he nearly slips inside, but he pulls away.
“Bad girl.” He strokes himself, looking unholy and perfect as he strips off his shirt. The tattoos are gorgeous and terrifying. I want to press my lips to every line of black ink on his smooth skin. “You don’t know when to give in, do you?”
I stroke myself, shaking my head. “Uh-uh. If you won’t—”
He growls and pins my arms back. I gasp, grinning. His eyes burn into mine. There’s a possessive, controlling anger in his gaze, and I fucking love it.
“That’s mine,” he says, biting my lower lip.