Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
I turn my head and look back at him, my eyes locking onto his. I thrust my hips back, trying to take all of him in deeper. He groans, his fingers digging deep into my flesh as he pushes forward, hitting the deepest parts of me.
His hand wraps around my hair and he yanks my head back, just hard enough to send a gush of pleasure through my body. He keeps stroking into me, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge. I can't control the moans coming from my lips anymore, and I don't want to. I've never felt as good as I do now, his cock moving within me, his hands gripping me tight.
All of a sudden, he tenses, his cock swelling.
I moan and he thrusts one last time, deep and hard, as he fills me up.
I collapse forward, my pussy clenching around his cock as he continues to thrust. I flip myself over, leaning up on my hands and knees, letting him have my mouth, my neck and my breasts.
He moves back, his eyes dark with desire as he stares at my breasts and my hard nipples. His hands move down my body, and I gasp as he starts to stroke my clit.
It only takes minutes before I'm coming, my hips bucking back against him.
His cock pulses and throbs inside me each time I come, and when I finally stop shaking and trembling, he pulls out of me.
"Good girl," he whispers. He leans down and kisses me again, gently. "Filia," he whispers. "You are incredible."
He's looking at me with a totally new level of admiration in his eyes and something else, is it pride? Like I performed well for him. I can’t help loving that.
I feel so free, so good. Marco's hands on my body have made me feel so beautiful, so wanted. He's not worried about what's happening tomorrow--he only cares about giving me pleasure now.
I can stop worrying about my job. About being stranded in Italy. Nothing else matters but here.
For the first time in I don't know how long, I feel...
Happy.
Chapter Five.
The next morning, I wake up to the sun streaming through the window. It feels like a dream, waking up in a real hotel room in Italy. I roll over, and an arm reaches out, pulling me closer.
I turn my head and smile. Marco stirs, his lips curling up in a smile as he opens his eyes.
He pulls me close and whispers something in Italian. It sounds like some kind of compliment.
"Good morning," I say, smiling.
He leans in, kissing me gently. "Good morning."
I can't help being nervous––what if he regrets last night? After all, I'm a real mess. But he doesn't seem to notice as he pulls me close, stroking my hair. I melt into his arms, slowing my breathing, trying to make myself relax.
"Are you hungry?" he says.
"Starving.”
He grins. "Good."
Our naked legs rub against each other under the sheets. Heat builds inside me again.
"Do you want to stay here?" he asks, his eyes darkening. "Or go out and see the city?"
"I don't know," I say. "Don't you have meetings or something?" I pause as something clicks. "I don't even know what your job is. What are you doing in Italy?"
He turns away, throwing the blankets off. I can't see his face––but I don’t mind, I'm too distracted by his gorgeous ass asnhe stands and moves across the room. The muscles clenching in the small of his back tense as he leans against the wall, staring through the sheer curtains to the street below. His broad shoulders are muscular and tense. "Iown a line of cruise ships."
"You own what?" I clutch the blankets, pulling them around my nude body, and gawk at him. Marco wanders to his suit case and begins looking for clothes. He's oblivious to my shock. "I...you're serious!"
He glances at me and smirks. "It's not a big deal."
"You own a cruise ship!"
"Multiple, actually." He frowns. "But I don't own them alone. My brothers are equal shares holders in the business. I'm meeting with them in Rome."
So he has brothers. I wonder if they’re all as big and handsome as he is. I wouldn’t mind seeing Marco multiplied. I press my legs together at the thought of myself being the filling in a Marco sandwich. "Why Rome of all places?"
Marco looks annoyed. "It was the only place Domino, my oldest brother, would agree on." He grips a white dress shirt too tight, creating creases. "He always puts his wants first, while the rest of us make concessions."
He's hunched over, brooding. Slowly, I creep from the bed and recover my bra and panties. It’s obvious that talking about his older brother has set him on edge. I wonder why he resents Domino so much. And I hate seeing him so disgruntled. "Crepes,” I say, making my tone light and uplifting, hoping to pull him from his funk.Marco blinks, staring at me. "What?"