Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
She moans and leans her head back on my shoulder. “Jesus, Junior.”
I stroke her sopping folds like I’m soothing her pussy back to normal. “How do you feel now, doll?”
“Better,” she murmurs. Her body is heavy on mine, like she’s completely relaxed. “I hated being quiet, though.” Her laugh is husky, and it makes my aching dick throb even more. “I’m in the camp of if I didn’t scream, it didn’t count.”
I slap her pussy and her two thighs jerk together. “Didn’t count?” I growl. I slap her wet folds again. “You need me to make it count?”
“Can we go back to your place?” Her voice rasps from the strangle-screaming. “Please?”
Fuck if I could deny her anything right now. Especially considering the state of my cock.
“So you can scream at the top of your lungs, baby?”
She gives another one of those husky laughs. “Yeah.”
I lift her off my lap so fast she giggles and I slap her ass. “Ten seconds to get dressed,” I bark.
She grabs her panties and hops around, putting them on.
I pick up the three pairs of jeans she hasn’t tried on yet, plus the two that we know fit her. “I’m gonna pay for these. And I’m still counting.” I put a little warning note in my voice for the last part and she grins, shoving her foot into her jeans.
“Right behind you, boss man.”
Fuck, I am so lost for this girl.
* * *
Desiree
Getting off without full-on penetration feels like cheating. I don’t think I’d be happy as a lesbian because I really feel like I need the big cock. Of course, they make awesome dildos for that, so maybe I’d be fine.
All I know is I didn’t get enough of Junior Tacone back in that clothing store, and I need to feel complete.
He drives back fast—screechy tires fast—and gets rid of Paolo. And then he grabs me outside Gio’s room as soon as I finish repacking his wounds and refreshing the IV.
He shoves me up against the wall, pinning my wrists beside my head. His lips descend on mine, crushing my mouth. His teeth scrape my lips, tongue invades. All the while, he grinds his impressive erection against my belly.
I wrap one leg around his waist to angle him into the notch where he needs to be.
He curses in Italian and pulls my other leg up, then carries me into his bedroom.
I work open the button on the trousers of his thousand dollar suit and slide my hand down to grip his cock. It’s long and hard and jerks in my palm. I drop to my knees while he frees his erection from his boxer briefs.
I’m wet just thinking about giving him pleasure. I part my lips and lift my gaze to his so I can watch his face the moment I take him into my mouth.
His eyes are dark as night and a muscle jerks in his face as I engulf the head, swirling my tongue underneath. He tunnels his fingers into my hair, grips it tight. I indulge in the fantasy of being forced.
I owe the mafia money and Junior’s making me pay this way.
I take him deep into my throat, then pull back and bob my head over the head a few times. I repeat it, gripping the base of his cock hard to make it lengthen down the back of my throat. I firmly cup and lift his balls, then stroke them downward a few times as I suck. Then I massage the taint, stroking from back to front.
Junior’s breath turns ragged, his fist tightens in my hair. Pre-cum swirls in my mouth, mixing with my saliva to make a super-lube. I give his cock a moment to cool off and pump my hand over it as I suck his balls, lick along the line from the back of his testicles to his taint.
“You’re fucking killing me,” Junior rasps, his grip on my hair too tight. “I wanna come in your mouth so bad.”
“So do,” I tell him, positioning my lips over his cock again, but he holds my hair and pulls back.
“No, no, no, no. I need to fuck you, doll. I need to fuck you so hard you forget your name.”
No arguments here.
He releases my hair and pulls me to stand by my elbow. “Bend over the bed.” He slaps my ass as I turn to comply. He reaches under me to work the button on my jeans and I help him shove them down my hips. I hear the rip of a condom wrapper and then he shoves into me without preamble.
I cry out in pleasure.
This.
Yes.
Exactly what I need.
“Yes,” I’m babbling right away. “Please, Junior, so good.”
He grips my nape and plows in hard, slamming against my ass, his balls swinging against my clit.
I open my legs wider, arch my back to receive him. It feels so good. Pleasure and satisfaction rocket through me, even though I haven’t reached orgasm yet. My body sings, celebrating this new position, this moment. This man.