Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
On instinct, I opened my eyes and looked at him, following every word he’d said. I recognized the same hard, dominant tone he’d used in his apartment and felt a need—and want—to obey. Something I’d never felt before, seeing as my usual response was to fight against those who wanted to control my life.
Gio was an inch over my pussy now, his big, scarred, and tattooed hands sliding over my paler flesh. His touch was soft, but I knew the strength he wielded.
“I want you to come all over my face again. I want you to make my lips numb because you ground this perfect, pink little cunt all over my mouth.”
He went back to eating me out. And the entire time, Gio stared into my eyes, making sure I didn't disobey.
I felt him push one, then two fingers into my body, and pain exploded in my bottom lip. I realized I was biting it hard enough I broke the flesh, tasting the metallic flavor of blood as I licked it, coating my tongue.
Faster than I could anticipate, Gio made me come so hard and long I called out his name. Head pressing back, mouth parted, and eyes closed, I rode out the pleasure against Gio’s face until I felt his hard body press down on me from above.
“Look at me.” His voice was hard and stern, and he gripped my chin and forced me to stare into his eyes.
Gio dragged his tongue over my bottom lip, licking up the blood that welled there.
“I’m going to do the same to your virgin pussy when I pop that cherry, pretty baby.”
My body felt like it seized in anticipation at the promise.
Gio licked my lips once more, then pulled back and groaned, “God, you’re so fucking beautiful. There’s not one thing about you that doesn’t drive me fucking insane.” And when he kissed me, I felt all his dark need for me projected into that kiss. “My beautiful girl. You want to be my pretty slut?”
I gasped at his praise and the obscenely erotic degradation that followed.
“But only mine, Tatiana. You’ll only ever be my good little slut.” He still gripped my chin as he made that declaration. “I can’t wait to see you on your knees, these gorgeous eyes staring up at me as you try to take all my cock down your throat. You’ll gag, and spit will spill out the corners of these pink lips because I'm too big for this perfect mouth of yours.”
I was panting as he talked dirty to me.
“But you won’t stop. I won’t let you. I’ll come down your throat and make you drink it all. Hell, my balls are so full that I’ll have more for you. I’ll come all over your face. I’ll paint your tits with ropes of jizz. Fuck, cara.” Sweetheart. “My girl.”
Gio leaned far enough away from me so he could get me fully undressed. And I let him. I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me. “La mia piccola bambola Russa.”
I knew what that meant, since I looked it up the moment I was alone after the first time he said it. I could easily remember it phonetically, since the way in which he spoke it had made me shiver, even as it was branded on my mind—so possessive, like he felt whatever those Italian words were oh-so deeply.
My little Russian doll.
He dragged his tongue over my lips once more before he positioned himself back between my legs. He looked so huge compared to me. So big and strong. He was all hard lines and bulging muscles against my feminine curves and softness. I let my gaze travel over his chest, tracing the dark lines of his tattoos with my eyes. He had so many that barely any olive-toned skin showed throughout the artwork.
I finally focused on his cock. The heavy length stood straight out in front of him, so intimidating with his weighted sack hanging beneath his enormous erection. His crown was slick and glossy with pre-cum, and when he grabbed the base, squeezing himself from root to head, I watched as more clear fluid formed at the tip.
Gio then—shockingly—shoved two fingers into me until I cried out and bowed my back. He pumped those digits in and out of me for only a few seconds before pulling them out and holding them up, showing me how disgustingly wet I was. He lifted an eyebrow at me, apparently seeing the distaste in my expression.
“So primed for me, cara. And do you not believe me when I tell you how delicious your cunt is?” He smiled wickedly. “I can make you.” Gio leaned in, and he reached toward me with his other hand. I could see he was about to grab my throat, but he suddenly stopped, the smile falling from his handsome face as he curled his fingers into his palm.