Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
He bit my ear, growling into it. “Can I finally see my bride without any clothes on?” he whispered.
I nodded, lifting my hips. He had my panties off before I could blink. “Fuck, Leila. You are so fucking gorgeous.”
“Can I see you?” I asked shyly. It was in part because I figured I’d feel less self-conscious if we were both naked—and partly because I really wanted to see him.
He stood up and stepped out of his pajama pants.
I sucked in a quick breath of air. His body was perfect. Every part of him was muscular and taut. The black tattoos looked so good against his tan skin. But I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. It twitched as I watched, growing bigger. Would it really fit inside me?
To my surprise, I was dying to find out. Shyly, I reached a finger out and touched the head, which twitched again. “Can you teach me what to do?”
“No.” He climbed onto the bed, hovering over me. “Not tonight. Tonight, you just relax and let me make you feel good.”
“But shouldn’t I—”
“No.” He placed a finger over my lips. “Tonight’s all about you. If you really want a lesson, we can save that for our second wedding night.”
He kneeled between my legs, and I bent my knees. It felt good to open wide for him. To bare myself to him. He was my husband, or would be soon, and this was what I was supposed to do. What I’d do to keep him happy. To bear his children. To please him—and to please myself.
Massimo slid one hand along my leg, and I was glad I’d shaved earlier in the day. His other hand closed over his erect cock, and my eyes widened, seeing how hard he stroked it. He grinned down at me. “Enjoying the show?”
“Yes,” I breathed. I looked him in the eye. My husband. My first. One of the men I loved. “I want you inside me.”
His eyes lit with desire. He leaned forward, his rock-hard cock pressing against my mound as he kissed me. He bit my bottom lip before he pulled back. “I think you forgot the magic word.”
I grinned. He was still a cocky guy at heart. “Please. Please can you make me scream?”
He smirked. “The neighbors will be filing noise complaints by the time I’m done.” But in spite of his arrogant teasing, he was gentle as he positioned the tip of his cock at my slit. He slid it up and down, using my slippery arousal to easily part my folds. “Are you ready?”
I nodded. But he just quirked an eyebrow at me, his head tilted to the side. He pushed against my opening, not enough to slip inside, but enough for me to feel the pressure. He held my gaze as his thumb found my clit, circling it and massaging it.
The hungry look in his eyes turned me on almost as much as his skilled touch. My breathing sped up, and Massimo watched my breasts as my chest rose and fell faster. It was intoxicating to have a powerful man want me so badly.
His thumb rubbed over my clit faster, and he increased the pressure against my virgin entrance. I moaned, grinding my hips, trying to coax him inside of me. “I think you’re getting close,” he said.
I nodded as he worked my clit harder. I reached out, wanting to touch him, but he was a little far to reach. Instead I captured one of my knees, pulling it toward my chest to give him better access.
“Now I think you’re ready,” he said. But he watched my face, waiting for my response before he continued.
I bit my lip, looking him in the eye, and nodded.
Then he pushed inside me, and my world changed. I cried out from shock. From the brief flash of pain. From the incredible feeling of fullness. His cock felt twice as big once it was inside me.
Massimo increased the pressure on my clit as I gasped and squirmed on the bed. And then I tried something, an experiment. I squeezed my inner walls around his hard cock. It increased the feeling of fullness for me, and I moaned. His pupils darkened and at last, he pushed in further.
“Holy shit,” I moaned, and he froze. “Don’t stop.”
“You never curse.”
I ignored that, my breathing ragged as I tried to adjust to his length inside me. “I’m doing lots of new things tonight.” I squeezed muscles around him again.
Instead of pushing in forward, he pulled back. I fisted the sheet, not wanting him to pull out. But he didn’t. At the last moment, he reversed course, driving into me again, this time going deeper.
He watched my face. “I think you’re ready for more.”
“God, yes.”
He thrust into me again, making my breasts shake. The feeling of fullness was incredible—as was the powerful way his hard length moved inside me. Somehow, we fit together perfectly.