Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“I’m going to make this good for you—so fucking good for you, baby,” I whisper against her skin, peppering kisses over her throat, collarbone, and chest. Anger flickers inside me as I notice the bruises again, then I move my lips lower.
I take one of her hard nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip, and she arches her back off the bed. Her hands make their way into my hair, holding my face against her tit.
I wonder if I could make her fall apart with nothing more than my tongue on her nipple. I smile against her skin, saving it for another day. When I release her tit with a pop, I knead her other breast, rolling the nipple between two fingers, giving them equal attention.
By the time I pull my hands away, she’s panting, her eyes are dilated, and I’d bet anything if I dipped my finger inside her she’d be wet as the fucking ocean.
Stripped of my shirt already, I shuck my pants and boxers in one swoop and drop down to my knees, gripping Keira by the ankles and pulling her ass to the very edge of the mattress.
Propping herself up on her elbows, she licks her lips and eyes me, looking like a vixen.
“You going to watch me devour your pussy?” I growl, a possessiveness overtaking me. She belongs to me.
Mine.
The word vibrates inside my head, but I don’t think about what it means.
Without warning, I dive between her legs like a starved man. My fingers sink into her smooth flesh, and she lifts her hips with every lick of my tongue—as if she knows exactly what she fucking needs.
“Damon...” she gasps, her head falling back against the mattress. I smirk against her perfect pink pussy and grip her ass, lifting her hips upward, alternating between long licks and sucking on her little clit.
It doesn’t take long for her to start thrashing against the sheets. Pants and moans escape her lips, but I keep up my relentless pace until she falls off the fucking edge. Her pussy quivers, and her delicious sweet cream coats my tongue.
Her legs are still shaking, and her eyes are squeezed closed when I press a finger against her soaked entrance. The thick digit enters her easily. Fuck, how I wish it was my cock claiming her right now and not my finger.
I take a couple calming breaths, reminding myself it will be worth it.
Soon…so fucking soon.
I need her panting, soaked to the bone, and primed for my cock.
“You’re so beautiful when you come.” I nudge her legs wide and slowly insert a second finger, scissoring them. She mewls, placing her arm over her mouth—as if she’s worried the whole neighborhood may hear.
“Be loud, baby. Scream if necessary. Tell everyone how much you love the things I do to your body.” I want to hear her. I want to watch her face as she falls apart again and again. I want to swallow every last drop of her cum.
Using my thumb, I rub fast circles against her clit, all while moving two fingers in and out of her tight hole. My cock throbs, and all the blood in my body roars to life, beckoning me to take her. I push the need down and continue fingering her, bringing her closer and closer to oblivion with each stroke. Only a few more moments pass, and she’s coming again. Her orgasm drips down my hand as her pussy tightens around my fingers, damn near squeezing the life out of them.
My own chest heaves, and when I ease my fingers out, I bring them to my lips and taste her sweetness one last time before I move above her.
Keira opens her eyes. The brown is brighter than I’ve ever seen it. Need and desire shine in her eyes. The look she wears gives me confirmation that she wants me, and I know she is ready now.
Her pussy is slick, prepared to accommodate my cock.
I move her back up the bed, making sure there’s enough space to climb on top of her. She watches every move I make like a hawk. Fear and nervousness is absent. There is only excitement and anticipation in her eyes—as if the moment can’t happen fast enough for her...when I want the damn moment to last forever.
With my entire body hovering inches from hers, I feel an electric charge between us. An invisible force is begging us to join, pulling our bodies together like we are magnetic.
“I’ll be as gentle as I can. If at any time you want me to stop, you tell me...okay?” I take her by the chin, making certain she hears every word.
When I release my hold, she nods. “I won’t stop you, Damon. I want you. I want this. I want it so badly, it hurts.”