Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
I palm her other breast, feeling her pleasure quiver through her perfect flesh.
She giggles adorably. “I never even knew that was possible.”
I stand up, putting my hands behind my back with an effort. They want to go on autopilot and claim what they own. But I know if I touch her – like I need to – I won’t be able to stop myself from taking that hole.
I’ll throw her down and tie her arms above her head with my tie, making the knot loose enough so it doesn’t hurt her wrists… but tight enough to let her know she’s trapped beneath me.
And then I’ll eat that tasty pussy until she’s drenched until she’s raw from coming.
She’ll cry that she can’t take my massive dick after so many orgasms, but then I’ll drive up inside of her wet pink slit and show her how fucking wrong she is.
She must be able to sense the beast trying to break out of me.
She moves her hands over her breasts, covering her nipples. Maybe she’s trying to calm my fire, but she’s ignited it in a way that can’t be stopped. She looks so shy and innocent with her fingers covering her gorgeously round and wide nipples, with glimpses of her poking between her fingertips.
She must know how irresistible she looks right now.
“I don’t think I can. Not today.”
Her voice shivers in the air like she wants me to tackle her and take her anyway. I would if she wasn’t a virgin.
I’d push her down and drive up deep inside of her, and within two thrusts she’d start screaming and moaning and squirting down my dick.
But I need to be patient for her first time if that’s possible.
I take a step back, my body rioting at the sudden distance.
The animal in me roars to take her anyway, right now, and fuck the pleasure into her.
“I’ll be outside,” I tell her, turning away, voice choked. “And don’t for a second think this means I don’t want to see you undress. It’s just that, if I do, I’m going to maul you, Lucy. I’m going to make you mine like the violent savage I can be when the world demands it.”
She whimpers softly as I stride for the door, throwing it open and slamming it behind me.
I need to calm down.
I can’t ruin dinner by acting like some beast.
But Lucy makes it so easy to forget I’m a don and just be a man.
She makes me feel twenty years younger.
I can’t believe I found her.
Even with all the mayhem, it’s the best thing that has ever happened to me.
Chapter Twelve
Lucy
“This might be a problem.”
Luca stands at the edge of the back patio, looking down at the lawn. The sun hasn’t quite finished setting yet. There’s a tinge of Valentine-red in the air, but the pale blue moon – round and full – is already pressing through the sky.
Luca looks like a man on a magazine cover, standing with his back to me, his powerful arms hanging at his sides.
“What is?” I ask, walking up beside him.
I wobble slightly in the heels, but instead of hating myself for my lack of balance, I laugh at myself.
It’s okay. Luca’s not going to judge me. Nobody’s going to call me cruel nicknames like Lady Falls-A-Lot or whatever the kids in high school would say.
He gestures down at my heels, his soft beard glistening moon-silver. “Taking you to our date is going to be difficult with you in those heels.”
“Oh.” I sigh, glancing at the house. “Should I go and change or…”
Old flickers of my anxiety rise up, little voices that tell me I’ve ruined this. He wanted it to be special but I wore the wrong shoes. And even if he gave me the shoes to wear, and even if I know it’s silly there is still part of me that wants to blame myself.
Luca leans down, kissing my forehead.
“You’re so selfless. You’re going to make an incredible mother. But no, Lucy, you don’t need to changes shoes—”
He leaps on me and I yell and giggle, and then suddenly I’m in his arms and he’s striding purposely across the law.
I cling tightly onto his shoulders, sure he’s going to drop me. I’m simply too heavy to be cradled like this.
But then he hugs me even tighter to him, so we’re face to face, and I realize he’s not struggling even a little bit.
He’s smirking down at me.
“You’re so strong. How the heck are you doing this?”
“Lucy, I bench-press stuff that weighs much more than you do. You’re light as hell to me. Good thing we’re having dinner.”
I giggle and lean in, kissing his bristly cheek and savoring the feeling of it.
“What was that for?”
“I’ve never been told I need to eat more.”
He leans down and kisses my forehead, as we leave the lawn and start heading down the path that leads to the pond. “We need to get you nice and strong for our children. You’re what… twenty-one?”