Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
What were the chances?
“Missed my woman,” he said, coming up behind me, pressing my front against the island as his head ducked, his lips pressing against my neck. “How long we got until that food burns?” he asked, teeth nipping my earlobe, making desire surge through me.
I glanced at the clock as his fingers teased up my bare thigh. I’d dressed up for the reveal too, going out and buying a flirty little sundress I knew Renzo would drool over.
“Forty minutes,” I said as his fingers snagged my panties, teasing them to the side, and running a finger up my cleft, finding me already wet for him, ready for him.
“Fucking starving,” he said as he went down on his knees behind me, pulling my panties down with him, making me realize he had another meal in mind even as I felt his head slip under my skirt and press my thighs apart.
Then his mouth was on me, sucking my clit, then working it with the circles he knew I liked so much, making me slam my hands into the island as my legs started to shake.
My moans filled the apartment, quickly drowning out the sounds of Sinatra crooning from the stereo.
His fingers slid inside of me, curling and stroking against my top wall, driving me to the edge faster than seemed possible, then making the orgasm float through me, a shallow pulsing that moved deeper as it went on, as he kept working me through it.
“Renzo, please,” I whimpered as he kept working me even after, taking me down from one orgasm, and working me toward another.
“Please, what, mouse?” he asked, nipping my inner thigh.
I knew exactly what he wanted from me, how he would usually have to tease it out of me.
But I wasn’t an insecure little virgin anymore.
And years with Renzo’s dirty mouth had been rubbing off on me.
“Please fuck me,” I said, hearing that growling sound move through him that I loved so much.
“Fucking love how it sounds when you say that,” he said, moving to stand behind me, ruching up my skirt with one hand as he freed himself with the other.
“Wait,” I said, turning, watching his raised brows as he stood there with his hard length in his hand. “Maybe I’m hungry too,” I said, watching his eyes blaze even before I lowered myself down in front of him, taking his cock at the base with my hand, then sucking him long and deep, feeling his groan of pleasure like a touch across my clit.
“Fuck, mouse,” he groaned, rocking a little deeper, making me curl my toes tight to ease the gag as it started when the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. “Always so fucking greedy for my cock.”
He wasn’t wrong about that.
I was.
Once he showed me how he liked having me go down on him, I was surprised by how often I found opportunities to do so. How much I wanted to.
Because seeing a man like Renzo Lombardi lose control was a power like I’d never known.
And let’s say that practice had truly made perfect, because I’d even picked up some new tricks all on my own.
I slid up his length, teasing my tongue around the head, then letting his cock slide out of my mouth with a little pop that had his body jerking before holding his cock up straight, and pressing my lips to the very base of him, sucking the underside of his cock from base to tip, making a deep, ragged groan move through him.
“You feel so fucking good taking my cock,” he groaned as I took him in to the base again, this time opening my eyes to look up at him. “Fuck,” he groaned, then grabbed the sides of my head, holding me still as he fucked my mouth for a few long seconds, making me gag, getting me sloppy, before he finally slid out of my mouth, and dragged me to my feet.
Grabbing me, he turned me, bending me over the island, then yanking up my skirt.
“Spread your legs for me,” he demanded as his cock teased between my lips to move up and tap against my clit. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured. Then he slid back and surged inside of me.
Hard. Deep.
Making me have to grab the other end of the counter to stop from being pushed up and onto it.
That rumbling noise moved through him as he settled deep.
“This fucking pussy,” he groaned. “Made for me,” he added as he started to fuck me.
I was already halfway there.
And the uncontrolled way he was fucking me drove me right to the edge, leaving me crying out as he pumped into me over and over, his release hot deep inside of me.
“Come here,” he demanded, reaching for me, and pulling me toward him. “This looks real fucking nice,” he said, teasing the bodice of my dress with his fingertip. “But I think this would look even better,” he said, pulling up the skirt, and lifting the dress up over my head, leaving me completely naked. “Yeah, think I like the idea of you walking around the kitchen just like this.”