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)
“I don’t know if I can. I’m not sure I can make myself come.”
“You can,” he denies, stepping closer until the sheet melds to his body, and I see the effect my self-preservation act has had on him.
He’s as hard as a steel rod.
“I’ll guide you.”
Heat radiates through my chest when the curtains part enough that I sneak a peek at him through the gap. Yep. His eyes blaze with lust, and his expression is an odd mix of anger and need.
I don’t know how long he’s been standing there, but the grooves of his teeth marks in his lower lip announce it has most likely been as long as I’ve tried to come.
“Try pinching your clit instead of rolling it. Your body responds well to small snippets of pain.”
I toss my head side to side, but after only one pinch, more than my head stills.
My entire body goes rigid.
A single pinch and I’m on the brink of bliss.
A brutal pulse throbs between my legs when Dante says, “Now return your fingers to your pussy. Slowly, angelo.” He only tacks on his last two words when my eagerness rushes a process that should be relished.
“Good girl,” he praises when I follow his instructions to the wire.
As I pump my fingers in and out of my pussy, I use my other hand to pinch my clit. I don’t make a single movement without returning Dante’s hungry, perilous watch. I keep my eyes on him as the wave swells with such fury that I fear I might drown when it finally crashes.
“Oh…” I moan when the fabric of his trousers strains against his erection. I can see every mouthwatering inch.
Waves of ecstasy radiate from my clit to my nipples when Dante strokes the outline of his cock through his pants.
“Don’t stop,” I beg as the image of him stroking himself coils my womb so tight that multiple springs bounce free. I shake all over, and stars disrupt the amazingly erotic visual playing out in front of me.
Dante is no longer stroking his cock through his pants. His erection rocks in and out of his circled hand, the droplet of pre-cum on the tip thickening with every grind.
“Keep your eyes open, angelo,” he demands when they slowly taper closed, my eyes naturally rolling, but I quickly return them to his gaze. “Fuck. You’re so fucking hot, angelo. I can’t wait to hear you scream my name when you come.”
I shiver at the actuality of his tone. It’s loaded with assuredness, and the excitement it inspires clusters between my legs.
His hand strokes up and down his cock as he absentmindedly inches closer, and I unravel more by the second.
In under a minute, I melt under the heat of his needy watch. As pre-cum drips from his cock, my shoulders meet and my mouth gapes.
“Oh god. I’m… I’m… I’m…” Full sentences are above me, and so is Dante. He stands at the foot of the bed, jerking his cock in rhythm to the thrums of pleasure darting through my pussy.
“Say it. Scream my name.”
My back arches as I squash my lips together to hold back the moan that will undo everything.
“No.”
“No?” His tone taunts me and makes me incredibly hot at the same time.
He ramps up the intensity by spreading his feet to the width of his shoulders and rolling his hips upward. Every fiber in my body tingles as I drink in the flexes of his fat cock. It looks angry, and it conjures up images of us ripping off our clothes and fucking hard and fast against the only window in my apartment, uncaring who may be watching.
“Please,” I beg when he moves near enough that the frantic movements of our hands collide with each thrust and grind.
A rumbling noise rolls up Dante’s chest as his eyes lower to the scant bit of material hiding my thrusting hand from his sight. Pressure boils over when his dilated eyes confirm that he doesn’t need me to remove my panties to recall every detail of my pussy. He knows every glistening drop coating my fingers and palm is compliments to him.
“So fucking pretty, angelo.” His eyes return to mine. “So fucking gorgeous.”
My nails dig into the mattress as fiery sparks shoot from my core. As my limbs uncontrollably shake, I sink into the mattress. My quest to stave off my next orgasm is fruitless. The tension is too much, and I’m swamped by its wave in under a second.
All the negativity in my body drains out before euphoria replaces it. I come with a moan, Dante’s name ripping from my throat.
“Fuck.” His one word is as breathless as my lungs. “Eyes, Lucia.”
The walls of my vagina clench around my frozen fingers as his demand doubles the strength of my climax. I love it when he uses my real name. It makes this seem more real than the dream I’m reluctant to wake up from every morning.