Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Angelo, I need you. Need this.”
“I know you do, baby.”
“Let go. Give yourself to me.”
Heat raced over me like a wave of fire as I came, coating Angelo’s hand and leaving sticky trails on his chest. When I finished, I fell against him, totally spent. He slipped his fingers into my hair and lifted my head so he could kiss me.
As he devoured my mouth, he managed to roll us so he was on top. I locked my legs around his back, and he drove into me with pounding strokes. My cock twitched, trying to get hard again. His cock dragged across my prostate, making me whimper, and the way he thoroughly possessed me felt so good.
He licked the outer shell of my ear, and I felt his warm breath as he spoke. “Can you come again?”
“I… I don’t know. I’ve never…”
“I bet I can make you.”
I wanted him to. I reached between us, grasped my cock, and began to work it. I’d never fully softened, and it took only a few strokes before I was hard as steel once again.
Angelo raised up and pulled out. I whined at the loss of his cock, a desperate sound that should’ve embarrassed me, but I was beyond the point of caring. I needed him again. I needed more.
“Turn over.” he said.
“Please. Just—”
He slapped my ass, making me yelp. “I said turn over.”
Fuck, his commanding voice was so sexy. I did what he said, and he pushed in, holding my hips, keeping me still and fucking me much too slowly. I wanted that second orgasm, and I wanted it right then.
“Fuck me, Angel. Please.”
“Be a good boy, and let me fuck you the way I want to.”
“I don’t know how. I don’t know how to be good. I don’t know how to let you—” I managed to hold back the words I was scared to say. I don’t know how to let you love me.
“Yes, you do. You’re doing it now. Just relax.”
He reached under me to stroke my cock, and I thrust into the circle of his fingers.
“So good,” he murmured. “You’re so good for me. I don’t mind how much you struggle because it’s so much better when you finally submit.”
“Please. Fuck.”
“Do you want to come again?”
I nodded frantically. “Yes! God, yes.”
“Are you going to obey me? Are you going to stay home if I tell you to?”
“Please. I need to go to the bakery, need to make it work.”
“And I’m going to make sure that it does. I’m going to make sure everything goes smoothly. When we track down the man who started this, he’s going to pay with his life. Then you’ll be safe again. But if you can’t promise me you’re going to be good, I can’t give you what you want.” He slid all the way in, then pulled back and held himself there, barely inside me.
“Please don’t stop.”
He squeezed my sore ass cheeks, making me gasp. “Tell me you’re going to listen to every single command I give you.”
“Yes, please. I’ll do whatever you say.”
He fucked me hard then, angling my hips so his cock slid over my prostate on every stroke. My whole body felt like it was on fire, my cock throbbed, my balls ached. I was so close, so very close.
I shuddered when Angelo wrapped his hand around my dick. “Show me I’m the only man who can make you come more than once. Show me I’m the only man you want, the only one you obey.”
I cried out, forgetting his family might hear me. Pleasure overtook me as I came again. Angelo fucked me even harder, then as he reached his own climax, he bent over me, muffling his growl against my neck, biting down and marking me as his.
I must’ve fallen asleep while Angelo was disposing of the condom. The last thing I remembered was him promising he’d be right back. Now he was shaking me gently. I opened my eyes and blinked up at him. “Fuck. What time is it?”
“Eight o’clock.”
I groaned and pressed my hands to my eyes. “I should’ve been at the bakery ages ago. Nick was supposed to show up at six thirty.”
“Ralph was there to let him in. Nick’s working, and he’ll be fine until you get there.” I started to protest Angelo taking charge of my business like that, but he shook his head. “You promised to let me take care of you.”
“But if you’d—”
“You’ll find out quickly that I’m not a morning person. This definitely is not the time to cross me.”
“Not a morning person, but you just—”
“You woke me up, pissed me off, and I had to deal with it. If I had my way I wouldn’t get up before noon, but my brother likes to schedule meetings at fucking eight or nine in the morning.”