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)
“I fucking love these sweet cheeks,” he grunted, spreading my ass cheeks open.
“God, it’s so deep,” I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut. “So deep inside of me.”
“Take it,” he commanded, plunging harder into me. “That’s right, baby. Take it.”
“Aww, yeah!” I moaned, his long, hard strokes stretching me out. Warmth was burning in my stomach. Sensations of molten pleasure were spreading throughout my body. Its pulse had started to build, long before I joined him in the bathroom. Just the thought of me making that fantasy a reality had been enough.
But reality was a hundred times better.
Feeling that rock-hard cock pulsate through me.
Filling me up.
Offering him something back.
Repaying him for the kindness he had shown me.
I held on to the edge of the tab, his heavy balls smashing into my clit with each thrust. More of his slaps echoed back at the walls of my apartment. His large hands have to have left a mark—I couldn’t know for sure. All I did know, was that he was keeping me well within the realm of lustful pleasure. Our bodies had merged amid numerous threads of steam, water continuing to splash down onto his shoulders. Amid our sounds of desire, I opened my eyes to slits. My breasts were bouncing back and forth. Water had pooled around my feet and his alike as a flurry of sensations hit my entire existence.
I cried out in ecstasy, riding my waves of pleasure as my second orgasm tore through me.
“Fuck! I’m going to come!” his own groans came just moments afterwards. All of a sudden, my body complained at the loss of stimulation and pressure. Leo was out of me, his cock firmly in his grasp. He jerked himself just inches over my ass, before his essence spilled out of his swollen manhood. His juices covering my crack, he gasped out and tipped his head back.
“Oh, wow,” I panted and rolled around. I sat down in the bathtub, my arms parallel to one another. “This was…”
“Fucking great,” he interrupted me, offering me his hand. I slammed my palm into his and he helped me up. “Unexpected, but great. Believe me, I wish I didn’t have to leave.”
“Leave? Why?” I complained, feeling more of his body heat on my skin.
“I’m meeting with you-know-who in about an hour,” he explained. “I’m already late as it is.”
I didn’t want him to leave like this. I wanted some more intimacy. Some more of Leo…
“Kiss me,” I said suddenly.
Again, he wasn’t going to verbalize.
Responding with words wasn’t his style.
He tossed his arm around my waist and pulled me in, angling his lips. I cupped his hips and pressed myself into him, getting one more taste of that sexy mouth of his. If I couldn’t have him again, I would get the least I could from him. Okay, this wasn’t the ideal end to that morning, but, even so, I had every reason to be happy. I had surrendered to the man who had been watching over me all night. To the man I had connected with at the Presbyterian hospital. He had respected my body and treated me like a queen. I couldn’t ask for more than that.
27
MATTEO
A week of doing nothing at all took its toll on all of us.
It was easy at first. We spent two days daydreaming and saying what we had been planning to do, once we’d gotten the ball rolling.
Cesare brought up his dream of buying a house in the suburbs. A large property with a lawn and a pool in the back. His optional extra was a boat, which he’d use to go out fishing. Personally, I couldn’t see the appeal of that last part. I could understand the huge house and the pool, but venturing out in the Atlantic? No. The ocean was much too vicious for me to consider risking my life for some fish. Of course, Cesare claimed that he’d do that in sunny, summer weather, but he couldn’t convince me. The Atlantic was unpredictable. Its waves could swallow up much bigger ships than a fishing boat.
Leonardo wouldn’t shut up about his long island vacation. He mentioned his plan of renting a four-by-four and visiting Blue Mountain in Jamaica. Crazy son of a bitch… The island had dozens of pristine beaches, and he was fascinated by exploring a mountain? In all fairness, it seemed very interesting. It had a mystical vibe to it, one that couldn’t be found in other mountains. Still, I found it very strange that he’d choose to head to that mountain first and not go out sunbathing.
My dream? Well, it consisted of four wheels, a grumbling motor and miles and miles of freeway.
I didn’t care about brands. There were dozens of those to choose from. In my mind, a simple road trip across the States was an enormous temptation. Eight cylinders, a big trunk for all my luggage and good company were more than enough. I would get to hear that motor roar while the car ate up the miles. Whether it was on the Interstate, in a tunnel or some expressway, I would just love the thrill. I would drive on and on without purpose, other than enjoying the scenery, some laughs and great food.