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)
My breathing shudders into my throat as I rasp out, "I won't. I swear."
"Good." He kisses me once, roughly, then slaps my left ass cheek. "Now I'll let you come."
This is the hottest fucking thing ever.
He pushes my head down a little, forcing me to bend at the small of my back. My tits press against the rug. He fucks me hard, grunting softly with each thrust of his cock, but he doesn't slow down. The friction is lighting my pussy on fire, and I don't know how much more I can take. My ass is sticking up in the air, and he spanks me again, harder this time. I cry out in pleasure and pain, my back arching.
He presses against me, his body surrounding me. I can feel his heartbeat, pounding through my spine. He's close to coming; I can't hold back any more.
My pussy clenches, the muscles that are holding his cock in a vise pulsing. My climax is so strong I see stars. I scream his name again and again.
He comes too, gripping my hips so hard my skin breaks out in goosebumps.
When we're done, he pulls out of me slowly, his cock twitching. I can feel him dripping come onto my thighs. He tugs me to my feet, and I stumble against him, completely spent.
Marco embraces me, twisting so we're both leaning against the window. "Can I tell you a secret?" I ask.
He smiles, looking at me tenderly. "I love secrets."
"I'm worried this isn't real. Like the plane crashed or something, and this is all some big afterlife dream thing."
I wait for him to laugh. Instead his smile becomes a thin line. "You're saying being with me is like being in Heaven?"
I've never blushed so hard before. "I didn't want it to sound like that. Sorry, I..."
"It's okay."
"I'm not used to crushing on someone so hard and fast." I giggle nervously. I can't look him in the eye so I stare out at the street instead. "Must be the amazing sex."
"Now that is a compliment."
"How do you know how to get me to come so quickly? Have you had a lot of women?" I ask before I can stop myself.
"Yes."
He says it too quickly––I can't resist staring at him with wide eyes. Who would admit that? But he doesn't look ashamed, not smug, either. Marco looks at me evenly. I'm learning how matter of fact he is about everything.
Taking my chin, he kisses me gently. His tongue glides across mine. I close my eyes, waiting for more.
"Filia," he whispers, "If you're worried about me being a playboy, I'm not. I love women... I love sex... No point in pretending I don't. But fucking around, hurting people for selfish reasons, that's not me." I open my eyes––his are burning like twin stars. "I'll never be like that."
"You don't want to be like your father."
He flinches. "Of course not."
"His actions had a profound impact on you and your brothers."
"Well, not all of us." Chuckling dryly, Marco puts his chin on my head. I want to know what he meant by that. But the moment is gone. He's chosen pensive silence, and I'm not about to argue when it feels damn good to be wrapped in his warm, muscular arms with Rome cast in the purple and oranges of a beautiful sunset behind us.
I'd joked that this was Heaven.
But maybe it is.
Chapter Seven
It's dark when I wake up. Marco is asleep beside me. I smile at his peaceful face lit up by the slowly lighting sky through the windows. He's done so much for me in such a short space of time. He even demanded I quit fighting against him and accept everything he’s offering. I agreed, sure, but I don’t want to be the sort of person who takes without giving back. I will need to find a way to soothe my ego and make it up to him. I’ll start by treating him to breakfast in bed.
Quiet as possible I dress myself in one of the more casual outfits he bought for me. All the outfits from the store had been hung in the hotel closets when we returned from our shopping trip. The ankle length red skirt and white blouse are impossibly chic. Being in Rome has upgraded my look so much I could be mistaken for a woman with legit taste.
Slipping from the room, I walk down the lit hallway until I reach the stairs. The elevator is convenient, but I have too much energy in me, I need to expend it somehow. This situation went from a horror movie to a missed connections romance. I still can't believe how lucky I am.
The beautiful lobby is quiet. There's a clerk behind the front desk, the only other face around. She gives me a look; I incline my head to indicate I'm fine. She nods back, returning to the book she was reading. Out on the street I stretch my arms overhead and groan. It's a perfect cool temperature. The sun will be fully up within the hour. Rome has been busy as a kicked anthill every day, but now, at this hour, I have the city to myself.