Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Because she’s mine—
“Mine, mine, mine,” I pant, hardly even hearing the words, every sensation, every noise, everything second place to the sensation of my cock slamming into her.
“Ah, ah,” she cries, gifting me more thick come, steaming down, so much that it drips down my length onto the floor.
Some of it pushes up my base as I grind into her, gathering in tempting globules around her asshole.
I bring my thumb to that ass and probe lightly, circling it, wondering if she’s ready.
More come, fucking more.
“You—want—it,” I gasp.
“My ass,” she moans. “Just a finger, baby, just a finger.”
I slip inside of her, using her own creamy come as lube, just enough to feel it clutch around my first knuckle as it protests against the invasion, her body simultaneously telling me that she’s my crazy personal nympho and she’s never been taken like this before, never been taken like anything before.
I roar as the liquid fire finally blazes up my length, so much of it, I feel like it’s never going to stop.
All I can feel is the primal release of my seed, my vision going bleary as I gaze down at my come-soaked finger in her asshole.
She’s so tight I can feel my thumb against the top of my shaft through her asshole, against her pussy, pressing down to add to the explosion of the release.
My seed—she’s taking all of it, greedily, bucking as her womb greedily gulps whatever the fuck I give her.
That’s her job now, her purpose, to take my seed.
Finally, I collapse forward, laying myself against her back, removing my finger from her ass, and wrapping my arms around her body to feel her breasts.
I keep my cock inside of her as the last of my come shoots out.
She shivers and writhes against me.
But then I lean up and look down at the bed, searching for it, pulling out of her and scanning the sheets.
Then I spot it, the spot of crimson, evidence of her virginity.
She looks at me over her shoulder, still on her hands and knees.
“I didn’t lie,” she moans.
“I know,” I tell her. “But goddamn, the way you worked my dick …”
She collapses onto the bed and rolls over, lying on her side, her shapeliness even more evident from this angle.
“I did okay?” she says.
I climb onto the bed and lie down next to her, something I wasn’t planning on doing.
But I hadn’t planned to do anything with this woman.
She just compels me.
“Okay?” I growl, grabbing her and pulling her into me, hugging her and not giving a damn if a man like me shouldn’t show any kind of affection.
I can’t stop.
Not after what we just did.
“Aida, you blew my fucking world,” I tell her.
I feel the shape of her smile against my chest.
“Maybe next time, you can get naked too, hmm?”
I smirk despite myself, chuckling sincerely.
“Don’t push your luck,” I say.
Chapter Eleven
Aida
I wake the next morning feeling sore and content at the same time, the events of last night – or early morning – returning to me like warm bathwater poured over cool skin.
I reach out for Arturo, expecting him not to be there, but I find that he’s still asleep on his back, half tangled in the sheets.
I blink open my eyes and find the room still hazy with early morning darkness. My heavy eyelids tell me it’s only been a few hours since we fell, accidentally, amazingly, to sleep in each other’s arms.
I watch Arturo in his sleep, his mouth twisted, twitching.
His whole body is twitching, in fact, and then he begins to moan in a low, growling voice.
“No, no,” he breathes. “Fuck—no, no.”
“Arturo,” I whisper, my heart cracking.
He’s human.
Oh, God, my man is so wonderfully human.
“It’s okay. It’s just a dream.”
“No—”
He snaps awake as I reach out to touch his face, his forehead dappled with sweat, his mouth tight as though he’s clenching his teeth together. His iron hair is pushed up from where he slept awkwardly on it, giving him an almost boyish look …
Or it would give him that look if he hadn’t grown a layer of iron fuzz on his jaw overnight. His eyes are narrowed, confused for a moment, and then turn back to their signature Arturo fierceness.
“I think you were having a nightmare,” I murmur, glad that the sheets are pulled up around my naked body.
Because he looks pissed.
“A nightmare,” he repeats.
“Yeah,” I say. “You were talking in your sleep.”
“I don’t remember it,” he says. “I never remember my dreams. What was I saying? Actually, don’t worry. I’ve got work to do.”
He stands up fluidly, moving with such casual confidence for a man of his hulking size. My body gives a flutter when I remember how he claimed me just a few hours ago, my pussy still aching and throbbing with the way he slammed into me.