Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“You think these would make me want you less?”
I lean forward, pressing my body against hers, propping myself up with one hand as I smooth the other up between our bodies. She gasps, her breath whooshing over my face when I reach her pussy.
“COME for me like this,” I snarl, kissing her gently, then harder.
At the same time, I push my hands against her panties, feeling her lips and her clit and everything beneath. I rub up and down, following her moans, the way her breath hitches, telling me, Do it there, right there.
She can’t speak, can’t kiss as her mouth opens wide and her eyes close. She rocks back as I rub her faster, her hips starting to rock back and forth, back and forth, as if she can’t take it anymore.
“That’s it, you horny girl. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? I can tell.”
“Y-y-yes,” she whimpers. “I don’t… it feels so good, Damien. I can’t even.”
I rear back like the animal she makes me, letting me watch her as the reverberations move through her.
“Get your tits out,” I tell her, a fierce command in my voice. “Now, Liliana.”
“Yes, yes,” she moans, her hands flying to her bra.
She grabs at it with wild roughness, yanking it down.
My balls flood even more. My cock judders in my pants, pushing against the inside of my pants as I see her breasts.
They’re large and round, and her nipples are tastily large. A beautiful vein cuts through one globe, making her seem vivacious, ready to be the object of my never-fucking-ending desire.
I push my fingers through the fabric of her panties, feeling the wetness of her pussy.
Leaning down, I bend my neck at an awkward angle, never stopping the movement of my hand. It’s worth it to take her nipples in my mouth, to suck and listen to the quality of her moans change.
Her breath catches as it seems to stop entirely.
I lean back, unwilling to miss this.
She bites down, and her eyes snap open, watery as she stares at me, face full of pressure.
“Do it,” I tell her, pumping my hand. “Come in those panties for me. I told you, Liliana. You’re sexy in anything you wear. You’re making me crazy right now. I can feel how much your tight young slit wants it.”
She lets out a wordless moan, pulsing against my hand as if she doesn’t know how to deal with all the lust hammering through her. I move my hand even faster, growling as I suck her nipple again, hard. I swirl my tongue around it, tasting as much of her as possible as she orgasms, taken up in its suddenness.
I lean back again, watching as her curvaceous body shivers for me.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her, kissing down her belly, the belly that will one day hold my children. “I need to taste you, to make your horny slit cream again. And then, Liliana, then I’m going to fuck you like you deserve.”
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
Liliana
Each kiss is like a promise, fire-hot as he presses his lips against my belly.
My mind is flurrying, trying to catch up with everything that happened.
No, I almost scream. You can’t do that. Then I might let you keep going. I might not tell you until it’s too late.
He reaches my sex, his breath panting over my thighs. His fingers tickle me as he takes my panties and begins pulling them down, the fabric grazing against my skin. He pulls them over my ankles and then returns, pressing his hands onto my thighs.
He looks up, a smirk on his face, his hair glimmering in the moonlight. “You’re a fucking feast. Your pussy’s perfect.”
“Really?” I whimper, the compliment making my heart flutter.
I thought he was going to find me off-putting in the underwear, and he proved that wrong. Now he’s telling me I don’t have to be self-conscious at all, even when at my most vulnerable.
Which would be fine, if I could do what he wants.
“Wait,” I say when he turns his face back to my center.
“What?” he says gruffly.
“Just now, heck, were we loud?”
I think of Uncle Nick, his bedroom is on the far side of the house, on the ground floor. It’s as if he wanted the best escape route possible if the time comes.
“I don’t know,” Damien says, looking at me with a visible effort, his whole face twisted in lust.
For me.
And suddenly, I don’t care anymore, as unfair as that is.
“I’ll try to be quiet,” I whisper.
He grins like a wild wolf. “That’s it, Liliana. Now let me taste your pussy.”
“You’re so bossy….”
My voice trails off on the last word. I can’t finish it, not when he pushes his face against my sex. I bite down, suddenly conscious of the noise, warning myself not to let go like that again.
But I have to let go with him.