Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
As his fingers play with my wet folds, I throw my head back with a sigh. But my breath hitches in my throat when Luca’s breath falls on my inner thighs.
Without any warning, he sucks my petals into his warm, met mouth and runs his tongue all over them. He licks me up like I’m dripping honey and there's a famine going on. He’s not wasting a single drop.
Time seems to stand still as Luca feasts on my pussy.
I don't often get this treatment. A man doesn't tend to be generous to a one-night stand. He doesn’t care because no matter what, he can’t hope for my return business—I usually make it very clear that he’s never going to see me again.
At the same time, I don't usually like it when a man focuses too much on me. It often feels like he's doing me a favor, when what I want is the opposite. I want him to want me so much that he forgets I’m even a person, that he treats me like an object of pleasure to be used and abused.
With Luca, though, I don't feel like he's eating me out for me. I mean, sure, it feels amazing for me. But I also get the feeling Luca wants to do it to satisfy his own lust, which makes all the difference for me.
The way he devours me and the little happy sounds he makes . . . There's no faking that kind of enthusiasm.
I drop my gaze down to look at Luca when I hear his zipper being pulled. He smirks at me as he sheds his clothes, revealing his six-pack abs, brawny arms, and . . . the monster cock that was hiding in his pants.
I’ve never taken a good look at it, but that's easily the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. It's almost as thick as my forearm, and there are prominent veins along his shaft, making it look threatening and enticing at the same time.
I prop myself up on my elbows as Luca gets up off the couch, but he pushes me back down. He places a heavy hand on my shoulder, stares sternly at me, and says, “Stay.”
Chills run up and down my arms at the firm command. Even though Luca’s just licked me clean, I’m pretty sure I’m already starting to drip onto his couch.
“Yes, Sir.” I lower myself down.
His masculine body is all sinews and muscles. I can see the potential for destruction in that solid body—the concrete strength of his sturdy torso, the power in those muscled limbs.
“Open your mouth, doll,” he says.
I keep my lips parted as he uses his fingers to gather my juices. Wickedness glints in his eyes as he sticks those slick digits into my mouth.
“Lick me clean,” Luca orders.
I suck on his fingers and run my tongue all over them. My wetness tastes like arousal.
“Look at me,” he says as he stares down at me, clearly enjoying my subservience and submission. “Your safe word is ‘red,’ you understand me?”
As I nod, my clit tingles and throbs. I ache for him. “Yes, Sir.”
“Say ‘yellow’ if you need a break,” he says impatiently. “Now, Stick your tongue out, doll.”
Luca pushes his fingers deeper into my mouth and touches the back of my throat. I fight my instinct to close my jaw, forcing myself to concentrate on my breathing instead.
“Ready for the real thing?” Luca asks.
I nod, making his fingers in my throat shift. I can already imagine his cock jammed in there, and I can’t wait for him to finally use me to get off.
This whole time, he’s the one who’s pleasured me—which, don’t get me wrong, has been amazing. But someone like me needs to be used.
Luca climbs up, placing his knees on the couch. He leans forward so his cock is just inches away from my open mouth. His musk fills my nose. I can almost taste him on my tongue.
A clear drop of pre-cum gathers at the tip of his cock and I have to stop myself from licking it off him. I wonder how he tastes.
I lift my gaze up and ask, “May I please lick your cock, Sir?”
“No. Stay there and stick out your tongue. And I didn’t tell you to speak.”
“Sorry, Sir.” I assume my previous position, my mouth ready and waiting for his cock. My body’s burning up with desire.
He’s making me wait to serve him, asserting his power over me. There’s nothing hotter than that in my books.
Luca leans closer and finally, his cock meets my tongue. He wraps his hand around his shaft—despite the size of his hand, that cock still looks impressively threatening.
Luca moves his fist up and down his length, brushing the tip against my tongue, over and over again. He sighs every time, and the sound sends me wild with desire.