Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
The next few seconds move faster than the blink of an eye. My trousers and underwear are shoved down my thighs, and then my cock is sheathed in a condom before it’s surrounded by the velvety heat of Lucia’s pussy.
I sink in deep, moaning when my cock bottoms out at her uterus.
Lucia doesn’t pay any attention to the pain. Her moans are lyrical gold to my ears, and they have my cock withdrawing long before she’s had time to acclimate to the girth her gorgeous face and body will forever instigate.
“Dig your feet into my ass, angelo. Guide the pace.”
She was almost sexually assaulted last night. Fucking her like I’m using her was not my intention when I asked if she had time to talk. It’s just hard to remember how to be a gentleman when the epitome of a wet dream is bucking and moaning beneath you.
In a matter of seconds, we find a rhythm that is a mix of hard and fast and slow and sensual. The combination of wicked and sweet is powerful. The wish to come rises inside me, pulling my balls in snugly to my body and thickening my cock more.
I won’t relent yet, though. I need to coerce at least another two orgasms from Lucia first.
Slowly, after a final bite of her lower lip and enough time for her desired speed to be imprinted on me, I inch back. I place one hand under her hips to raise her ass off the bedding before lowering the other to the throbbing nub between her legs.
As her hands fist the bedding, I demand her eyes to mine.
They’re lost to the sensual storm we’ve created but carry that same loved-up glint they held when I took responsibility for the mistakes I made.
I put the Cosa Nostra and my family before her.
That won’t happen again.
My family made me, and our bond is strong, but we are more than our titles. They do not define the men we are.
While watching Lucia’s fantastic tits bounce, I pound into her while applying pressure on her clit with my index finger and thumb. She trembles in anticipation of an imminent release as a flush of heat creeps up her neck. The pleasure blistering through her appears almost unbearable, the tension too much.
The knowledge only makes me work her harder.
I pinch her clit while rolling my hips, triggering an orgasm that rings her husky moans in my ears and throbs every vein in my cock.
If a connection like this is wrong, who wants to be right?
Nothing this ferocious could ever be wrong.
While sinking into her on repeat, I touch her everywhere. Her breasts, her face, the ticklish zone behind her knee. I caress every inch of her skin, then fight to stave off my release when stars blister through her eyes for the umpteenth time this evening.
Her pussy strangles my cock as she rides the high of euphoria, her body shuddering through the violent waves.
“One more.”
The frantic squeezes of her pussy have me teetering on the edge of release, but I need more.
Always more.
“Holy shit,” Lucia murmurs, shaking her head. “I don’t think I can. You’re already at a record.”
The smugness swelling in my chest radiates in my voice. “You can. I know you can.”
With my fingers digging into her hips, I pound into her, sinking every inch of my cock inside.
The image is intensely erotic, and before I know it, spurts of cum rocket out of my cock.
Thank fuck the throbs of my release set Lucia off too. She’s right there with me, clawing the sheets as every exquisite inch of her body falls into exhaustion she’s been endeavoring to hold back for the past twelve hours.
When I collapse at her side after removing my condom, I pull her over to cocoon her body with mine. Her words are husky when she tells me how fantastic I am in bed, and then the slightest whistle accompanies her shallow breaths as she drifts toward sleep.
With my eyes close to closing and my heart full as fuck, I press my lips to her sweaty temple. “Don’t go anywhere. Stay. I promise I’ll make it worthwhile.”
And the next morning, when I wake to her still in my bed, I do precisely that.
Chapter 34
Lucia
Asatisfied groan rolls up my chest as I’m brought out of a long slumber by teasing licks and a hungry, impish mouth.
“Morning, angelo,” Dante greets, peering up at me over the naked globes of flesh on my chest. “How did you sleep?”
“Good.” I arch up to him, mushing my pussy back with his mouth. “Great if I’m still dreaming.”
He licks my clit before drawing it into his mouth, triggering an intense spasm to dart through my core. “You’re not dreaming.”
“Are you sure? Because I’m reasonably sure this is the best head I’ve ever been given, and I wasn’t even awake for half of it.”