Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
I draw him to the rear of my throat, my head bobbing, before withdrawing him from my mouth with a pop. “Our agreement can come with benefits”—my fingers wrap around his shaft, and I guide him toward the finish line with controlled sucks and teasing licks—“as long as we uphold the purity pledge of the contract.” I flatten my tongue and flutter it down his shaft. “It doesn’t matter what Antonio thinks. I only need to pass the scrutiny of a paid medical professional in the days leading up to our nuptials to go ahead with the marriage.”
When he softens during my last sentence, I lower my attention to his balls and suck them into my mouth one at a time.
He re-firms enough that no one could accuse his dick of not being a choking hazard, but his mind is still on my confession. “Is the examination part of the purity clause?”
I slide my lips down his shaft until I gag, then return them to the tip. “No. It’ll still occur no matter the terms. It’s tradition.” Sparks of the woman I wish I had grown up to be shoot from my eyes when I raise them past the tattooed bumps in his midsection. “Don’t you know all the good girls want to marry in white?”
“Good girls don’t know how to suck cock, micina, so if you’re pushing that narrative, you need to go back to square one.”
I reward his compliment with a hearty suck. “Bananas are excellent teachers.” Desperate to see more of the ink swirled across his stomach, I push his shirt up past the bumps in his abdomen. “And so are you.”
“Nah…” Matteo replies, his one word rumbling like thunder. “That shit doesn’t work with me either. If you fucked up, own it. Don’t sugarcoat shit and pretend it isn’t shit. You’re on your knees now, sucking my cock, because you know your plan won’t work without me.”
I can’t deny the last half of his statement, so I don’t bother disputing the first half.
“So how about you stop pussyfooting around and swallow my dick like Antonio is watching.”
My muscles shake as I scan the area, seeking any signs of human life.
Matteo responds to my silent sweep with an aggression I’m growing to love. He fucks my mouth without concern for who’s watching, pushing past my gag reflex with every rock. He thrusts harder and faster, drenching my burning throat with choking droplets of pre-cum.
I moan, loving how delicious he tastes.
“Yes… choke on it.”
Each pump contracts the muscles in his stomach. They bulge along with the veins feeding his magnificent dick. The sight of him towering above me, forcefully feeding his penis repeatedly into my mouth, is mind-boggling. I squeeze my thighs together on and off, hoping to rub off the tension on the seam of my pantsuit.
The tingles are so white-hot I moan as often as I gag.
I’m close.
So close.
Swallowing his cum will set me off. Every nerve in my body coils tightly, ready to pounce. Then he pulls me off his cock and pumps his release onto my face.
The orgasm he attempted to stave off races for the finish line when a bead of cum shoots from my left eyebrow to the side of my mouth.
Before my tongue can get close to snaveling some of it up, Matteo scoops away the evidence of his release with his thumb, slings it to the ground, and slumps back on his bike’s seat to fix his zipper into place.
What the?
He doesn’t look at me while nudging his head to the bike. “Let’s go. It’s time for Cinderella to get ready for the ball.”
I’m so snowballed with horniness that it takes several long seconds for me to click on to what he’s not saying. Antonio was collecting a suit for the charity gala he is attending tonight. The same gala I told Matteo we must attend for my plan to have any chance of working.
I hate myself for hesitating, even briefly. This is the plan. It’s always been the plan, but acting like I sucked his cock purely as payment for his help has me desperate for a shower.
I’ve never felt more dirty… except when I push up from my knees and mount his motorcycle without another word shared between us.
Chapter 13
Matteo
Istand in the doorway of my room as if crossing the threshold is the equivalent of stepping off a steep cliff. One shoulder leans against the frame, and my forehead rests on the wood as I summon the courage to enter World War III without first arming up.
Azra is somewhere inside my room, ignoring me.
She hasn’t spoken to me in hours.
I deserve her silent treatment. Earlier, I was too angry to think rationally. My fury had me doing and saying things before I could stop myself, and now the weight of my stupidity sits on my chest like a ton of bricks.