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)
“God, those kisses feel so good,” I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut.
“I could go on all night,” he said, his raspy voice sending sensations of pleasure through my system. His words were full of promise. All night? My god, I wanted to see what that would be like. How it would be for me to just lay back and have him play with my body and my senses. Of course, I wouldn’t be just on the receiving end. I would reciprocate, trying to match his vigor. I knew it would be difficult, but I was more than willing to try.
For starters, I meant to tease him. I wanted to see how wild he could get by just a simple move of mine. Yet, with his mouth all over my slit, moving an inch sounded like a tall order. I couldn’t pull away from those delectable licks. I didn’t have the heart to interrupt him. I felt his tongue rolling around my clit, his bottom lip brushing into my entrance. Sensations heightened the moment Matteo’s teeth grazed my clit. My whole body jerked back, right before one more of his kisses landed on my folds. He lifted his hands up to my breasts and held them together, running his tongue down my pussy. Once more, he kissed his way up, and the tip of that tongue made contact with my clit.
As if he’d read my mind, he didn’t move it away.
Not this time.
He flicked it across, his thumbs rubbing my nipples at the same time. He pressed them into me, moans shooting out of my mouth. My breath was getting shallower, his passion bringing me to closer to the threshold of orgasm.
“I could go on all night.”
That simple phrase added more intensity to my sounds of pleasure. My climax took hold of me, and I shivered from my head down to my toes. I was still riding out the waves of ecstasy, when Matteo’s face came into view. Somehow, I found the strength to leave my spot. Up until that moment, he had been doing all the teasing. Not me.
I rolled over and faced the glass façade. His sexy form was still in the pool, staring at my ass. I crawled forward, my eyes staying on his reflection. I shook my ass up and down and from side to side, eager to hear what he had to say.
“Damn, girl,” he grunted, raising his leg over the side of the pool. “You make me want to bite those cheeks.”
“I dare you,” I said, jokingly.
However, the expression on his face didn’t indicate he was joking. I shrieked as I felt his teeth sinking into my flesh gently, following each nibble with a kiss.
“Yummy,” Matteo muttered, leaving one last kiss on my flesh. He straightened himself up, keeping one hand on my ass. He squeezed my cheek and pulled it apart once again, and I sensed the stiffness of his cock around my entrance. My drenched folds parted around his ample girth as inch after inch slid into me. I looked up at his reflection through half-shut eyes, the feel of his throbbing cock becoming more intense. He withdrew almost halfway, before sliding back in just as slowly. Son of a bitch. He was doing everything in his power to make me go crazy with lust. There were no fast motions on his part. Nothing hasty or too abrupt to turn me off. Just slow, deliberate, sensual moves to turn me right on.
Matteo bent his head down, his hungry eyes taking in the view of my arched back and my ass hanging in the air. My nails scraped across the tiles, leaving trails of water in their wake. I felt the full weight of his balls nudging into my slit, our moans picking up in intensity and volume. His long, deep strokes were filling me up, my heart pounding in my chest. One side of the door partly visible, I recalled my encounter with Allegra.
“The danger of getting caught kind of thrilled me.”
So, what if someone did walk in and catch us in the act? After all, we both were just guests. That thrill sparked even more sensations within me. Starting from my core, they swirled around my insides like a tornado of pleasure. My senses were heightened in an instant, enabling me to savor this experience so much more. Matteo’s manhood was pulsing in me, his big, wet hands firmly on my hips.
But just as I started to lose myself in the eroticism of his delicious penetration, the thrill of getting caught ceased to be a thrill.
It became a reality.
Two men walked in the door.
Tall.
Athletic.
Within four paces, they were both stunned to stillness. Witnessing something I wished I had kept private.
Or did I?
Because those men were none other than Leo and Cesare.
They had known about each other, and it hadn’t damaged the relationship between them.