Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“I’m close,” Marcella gasped.
“I know,” I rasped then proceeded to suck her clit. Marcella’s blow job became sloppier, her teeth gracing my tip, as she breathed more heavily.
When she pulled back and her hand tightened around my base, I knew she was about to explode. I slid my thumb into her pussy as my lips cupped her clit. She cried out, fingers squeezing the life out of my dick as her walls spasmed around my thumb. She trembled, her hips twitching as if touched by electricity.
I rotated my thumb, enjoying the sight of it inside of her as my tongue soothed her swollen button. She was still shaking and dripping arousal. I slid my glistening thumb out of her and allowed my tongue to dip inside and taste her. She moaned softly and finally the heat of her mouth surrounded my cock again.
She sucked me deep into her mouth and massaged my balls while I teased her walls with my tongue piercing. She pressed back to drive my tongue even deeper into her pussy, desperate for cock. Fuck. The need to let loose in her warm mouth was impossibly strong. I jerked my hips up, driving my cock even deeper into her heat. Her tongue and lips drove me near insane. I wanted to come but at the same time I wanted to prolong the sensation for as long as possible.
Fuck, and time was running out.
As if on cue, Marcella’s phone on the coffee table began ringing and Matteo’s name flashed on the screen. The fucker had given us exactly thirty minutes. I’d kill him for this more than anything else.
Marcella pulled away and I almost shoved her back down.
“Don’t do this to me,” I groaned.
She grinned. Whoever said women couldn’t be cruel? She reached for the phone and switched it off.
“This will buy us the time it takes Matteo to take the elevator up and find your apartment.”
“Then don’t waste any time.”
Marcella smiled seductively as she took my cock into her mouth. I cupped the back of her head as she bobbed up and down, taking me deeper every time.
My balls became tight. I didn’t take my eyes off Marcella’s lips around my fat cock. Her eyes were half closed and she breathed through her nose. I began to push upward, driving harder and deeper into her.
“Can I?” I pressed out, remembering in the last moment that Marcella might not want to swallow.
She blinked once and gave the tiniest nod, and that was all it took for me to let loose. I groaned as my body convulsed under a wave of pleasure. Marcella swallowed awkwardly around my cock and some of my cum dripped out of her mouth, and that sight would have made me come again if that were possible.
She pulled back, wiped her mouth then smiled triumphantly.
Of course, having a knack for the perfect timing, Matteo knocked then.
“Time’s up. You better make sure I don’t see anything I don’t want to see when I kick in this fucking door in exactly two minutes.”
Marcella scrambled to her feet and rushed into the bathroom, to clean her face I supposed. I stayed where I was, still too drunk on pleasure to move a muscle, not to mention that every inch of my body ached and I finally felt it.
When Marcella returned shortly after, her eyes widened in indignation. “Hurry up!”
I stood and with a dirty grin in her direction, I went in search of clean clothes.
A second before Matteo would have kicked in the door, I opened it for him. “Sorry for the delay,” I said without sincerity.
Matteo shook his head. “Don’t tell me anything I don’t want to know or Luca shouldn’t know.”
I’d heard all the stories of “The Gateway to Hell”, how the press called the Yonkers power plant because of the bloody statements of the past, but I’d never been allowed to set foot inside, much less attend a gathering. Women weren’t welcome at these meetings and up until recently—and maybe still—Dad wanted to keep me away from the business. Today I’d be the first woman to finally break the tradition.
Maddox and I got out of the back of the car. It was drizzling lightly and uncomfortably cold, so I had to pull my coat tighter around my body as we made our way over to where Dad and Romero waited for us. The building with its reddish-brown brick front loomed near the Hudson River, ripe with history and today I’d be the first woman to become part of it.
Pride and anxiety swelled in my chest. It was nothing big, attending a meeting, but everyone would see me and know that change was on its way.
“Now I know why they call it Gateway to Hell. This place screams last stop,” Maddox muttered.
I nodded but was distracted by Dad’s tight expression.