Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Touch yourself kitten. Tease your clit like you would if you were alone, pinch it, and rub it, and I’ll finger you.” I follow his command, wanting only the pleasure I know he can give me. Moving my hand towards my pussy, it shakes nervously. I lick my lips, and my eyes flutter closed as I touch myself there just as he was. It doesn’t feel the same... but then I feel him moving his fingers back towards my entrance. I spread my legs wider, giving myself to him completely.
“Mmm, I love that you’re so eager for my touch kitten.”
He circles my entrance with one thick finger, teasing it, massaging it, and then he dips in, just the fingertip, the feeling isn’t completely foreign, and in fact it’s enough to make me pant. He pulls out the tip of his finger and dips back inside, a little bit more than before. I don’t think he is all the way in yet but a delicious fullness fills my belly, when he moves his finger around inside me.
“I’m not going to go real deep, just in case. But I’m going to keep my finger inside you until you come on my hand.” His low raspy voice is right next to my ear and I feel like his voice has a direct line to my pussy. Pleasure starts to build deep in my belly, the pressure of his finger inside me radiates said pleasure outward.
“You stop touching yourself and I’ll take my finger out.” He warns. I want to tell him I couldn’t if I tried but the only thing leaving my mouth right now are moans and pants.
I rub my clit faster, pinching it between two fingers, while he moves his thick digit in and out of me. His movements are gentle, and precise, and a coil of pleasure starts to unravel inside of me at the rhythm. I can feel him splayed out over my backside, his firm penis pressing against my leg. He’s panting with need as much as I am, and all the sensations coupled together build deeper and deeper, pulling the typhon of pleasure right out of me.
“Ivan...I’m going to…” I can’t get anything else out because the pleasure flooding my veins takes my breath away. Every muscle in my body tightens, a euphoric fog clings to me and I end up on my tiptoes as the sensations overtake my body. Waves of pleasure float over me and I cling to the tile. I can barely hold myself up. Only then does Ivan slip his finger out of me. My eyes feel heavy, and I let him sling both of his arms around me carrying most of my weight. He gave me something I’ve never felt before...and I’ll never forget that.
“Thank you,” I murmur, leaning against his chest. I close my eyes enjoying the aftermath of the endorphin rush, and though he doesn’t say anything I know he feels the same things I’m feeling. A invisible teether, pulling us together, bringing us closer and closer together.
Chapter Seven
Ivan
Her tiny body leans against mine and I know if I wasn’t holding her up right now her knees would buckle underneath her. Her cheeks are flush and she’s still trying to get her breathing under control and then I realize… I am too. Fuck that was hot. Her pussy was so tight around my finger, clenching and squeezing the fucking life out of me. I want nothing more than to plunge my dick deep inside her, to feel her pussy squeeze my dick like she did with my finger moments ago.
My balls ache and my cock is so hard I don’t know if it will ever go down again. I groan knowing that I can’t have her. Not this way...not any way. She isn’t mine to keep, mine to have.
I reach for the shampoo and squeeze some into her hair. With my free hand I start washing her, massaging her scalp while moving the suds through her long hair. I wish more than ever that we were in another world where I could have her, make her mine.
“What’s the checking thing you were talking about?” I question for a moment if I should tell her or not. Would it be worse to know? If she knows and fights them then she could get hurt, but if she knows and is prepared maybe it’ll be easier for her.
Then again she might be just as scared. I don’t internally argue with myself until after I’ve rinsed out her hair. By that time she regained some strength and can stand on her own again. She turns to look at me, her big blue eyes pleading with me.
Fuck, I know then I’m going to tell her, even if I don’t want too. She’s got this pull on me, something about her makes me want to do the right thing. I hand her a washcloth after squirting some soap on it. She takes it and starts washing herself, well I start on myself.