Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 49774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Her ass was nothing like her pussy.
He didn’t want to hurt her, and if he wasn’t careful and she fought him, he could do some serious damage to her anus. The point of tonight was not only to sate his own needs but to also drive her crazy as well.
Sliding in and out, he fucked her, driving her higher with every single push, not going to deep, only letting her grow wild with a few inches.
When she could take what he could give her and she started to thrust back, he pushed more of his dick within her, watching it disappear inside her ass. She was tight as well, incredibly so.
This woman was made for his cock. Made for him in every single way.
Pushing his cock to the hilt within her tight ass, he held himself there. Wrapping his arms around her body, he lifted her up so that her back was pressed against his front. Kissing her shoulder, he glanced in the mirror in front of them.
Her eyes were squeezed tight.
“Look at me,” he said.
She opened her eyes, and gasped.
“You look so fucking hot. My dick is deep inside your ass right now. Where it should be.” In response her ass tightened around his length, and he hissed out. “So tight. You want me to fuck you.”
She nodded.
“Let me hear you say it.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want you to fuck my ass.”
“Baby, you are so perfect. You don’t even realize at times just how amazing you are.”
He let her go, wrapping his hand in her hair as he started to pull out of her ass, and staring at his slick cock, he thrust back in. They both cried out.
Vincenzo took his time, letting her get used to the feel of him inside her, fucking her, taking her, driving her wild.
She was made for fucking.
Her body was so perfect for his cock, the way her pussy had opened up for him, her mouth swallowing his cum, and now her ass taking his dick.
She’d be the perfect woman to come home to, to look forward to seeing at the end of a long, hard day.
One night.
Only one night.
He couldn’t have more than this moment.
Taking her ass, he waited for that special moment as she pushed back against him, going just a little deeper.
She drove backward, fucking him back, and he knew he had her.
Her face had gone from one of pain and pleasure to just one of absolute rapture. Releasing her hair, he gripped her hips and slapped her ass, taking her, pounding inside her anus so she knew who she belonged to.
No one else was ever going to compare to him.
She could live her happy life, but she’d always know he was out there, what he could to do her body, and in this moment, he was going to be a selfish fucking bastard because he didn’t want to share her with anyone.
If he couldn’t have her completely, then he was going to take what little piece he could. All of her first times so any man that came after, she’d always think of him. It was the most selfish thing he’d ever done, and he didn’t even feel remorse for it.
She belonged to him, and nothing was ever going to keep them apart.
Not now, not ever.
He took what he wanted, and when he came, he slid to the hilt and spilled wave upon wave of his cum deep in her ass, making her take it.
This time once he came, he didn’t pull away.
He covered her body, wrapping his arms around her, holding her against him as his cock slowly grew flaccid.
“Are you hurt?” he asked.
“Sore, but I can handle that.”
“We need to wash,” he said. Slowly withdrawing from her, he climbed off the bed but not before seeing his cum spilling from between her ass cheeks. Now that was a pretty sight. He didn’t linger, heading back into his bathroom, running a fresh bath with extra salts. He walked back to the bedroom and picked her up in his arms.
She held onto him, and he didn’t leave her this time or sit out of the bath.
He joined her, pulling her against his chest, knowing this was the last moment he’d feel this.
He didn’t like that bolt of pain that struck him knowing someone else would be with her soon. There would be a man who’d know what a precious gem she was, and Vincenzo was just going to have to live with that.
Kissing the top of her head, he held her close.
These were the moments he’d cherish for himself. She knew a lot about him, and she didn’t push him away. Nothing else mattered. Just this.
Chapter Nine
“We found this sniveling little shit lurking behind one of the crates at our shipment. He had this in his hands.” One of Galiza’s sons held up a camera, about to destroy it.