Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
That was rich coming from a man with a body like his. A body I was currently running my hands all over.
He pressed the heel of his palm into my clit and exhaled hard over my chest. His mouth hovered over my breast as he looked into my half-open eyes.
If I had any doubts up ‘til that point, that single glance was enough to blow them away. The dark brown eyes were an endless pool, seeming to show into his soul. I read desire in that gaze. Passion. Admiration. Desire. All the things that turned me on were rolled into one. And I was ready and willing to savor each and every one of them.
His lips moved to my other breast as my hands sank into his short, dark hair. The tip of his tongue formed a slow, sensual circle around my nipple. His fingers pushed farther inside of me, and I gasped. It was already a stretch, and it was just two fingers.
Cesare caught my eye, making sure I was okay, but he didn’t withdraw his fingers. In fact, after a long moment, he pushed them in more.
My stomach clenched as he stretched me. It made me wonder what it would feel like if he added another finger—or if he replaced his fingers with his cock.
His warm, wet tongue stroked my nipple and flicked it up and down, the sensations sweeping me away.
Those flicks were not hurried. But as my breathing grew more rapid, he focused more on my clit, rubbing the moisture from my opening back and forth across my most sensitive spot.
“Look at me,” he said, his raspy voice compelling me to obey. “Watch me when I make you come.”
I wanted to, and I was close. He obviously knew that by the way he was rapidly stroking my clit. But some part of me held back. Despite all the delicious sensations, part of me held back.
Cesare’s dark eyes were on mine as he straightened up. “You’re not getting off this counter until you come.”
His words turned me on, but did he really think it was that easy? Then again, many men did. In the past, I’d sometimes faked an orgasm just so that they could feel good about themselves. But I didn’t want to do that with Cesare. Besides, he seemed to know his way around my body much better than any other man who’d touched me, and I didn’t even know if he’d buy it.
“Stop thinking,” he ordered. “Just feel.”
He slid a hand down my back and palmed my ass, squeezing. With his other hand, he attacked my clit with his thumb while his fingers pushed back inside me—farther this time.
God, his fingers were long. They reached a spot deep inside me that made my toes curl. And still, as I panted and clung to him, I couldn’t quite reach the peak of the mountain I was climbing.
“You’re not at the hospital, dammit,” Cesare growled. “Patients aren’t counting on you. Lives aren’t at stake. You’re a woman, Piper, a woman with needs. Let me fill them for you. Let me take care of you.”
He used the word “let” but he didn’t mean it. No, Cesare didn’t let, he took. He was taking my will from me, taking my thoughts, and clouding the rational side of my brain so that only sensations were left. He squeezed my ass roughly as he pumped his fingers inside of me and my cries filled the room as I got closer and closer.
Then, when I thought I was going to explode, he changed his tune. “Not yet,” he ordered.
What? After he’d just told me to come? I clung to him, gasping for breath, not sure how to ride out the sensations as I quivered on the edge.
Then one long finger curled around my ass cheek and pressed against my opening back there at the same time he ran the back of his fingernail sharply over my clit.
“Now,” he demanded.
Somehow, my body obeyed. I screamed as my muscles tensed. It was too much—his fingers inside me hitting my g-spot while he pressed against my clit and my asshole at the same time. I cried out as I clung to him, my arms and legs trembling as waves of pleasure radiated out from my core.
“Good girl,” he growled, his eyes on my face as I fell apart into a million pieces. “Don’t stop.”
He was the one who didn’t stop—wringing every ounce of feeling out of my body as I clenched around his fingers, trapping him deep inside me.
I could barely breathe, and my vision grew blurry, but the sensations didn’t let up until he allowed it.
He was in charge, and we both knew it.
Finally, he relented, easing his fingers away from my heated flesh. He pulsed me against his broad chest, holding me there. He stroked my hair away from my face and then brought one of his wet fingers to my mouth. I licked tentatively at his index finger before sucking it into my mouth. It felt strange to taste myself, but judging by the huge tent in his pants, it pleased him. He licked his other finger clean as he stared into my eyes.