Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
"It's so good. I feel so full."
"Soon, you will be full of my cum," I purr. "You're not going to beg for a condom on my cock are you, Lina? You belong to me."
"Antonio," she gasps.
I keep moving my fingers inside her, just barely rocking my hips as my cock slides back and forth against her pulsing walls. "Admit it," I order.
"I belong to you," she moans loudly as I rock into her.
She pushes back harder, riding my cock and fingers. I can feel her throbbing around me, her legs quivering as I pick up the pace. I start to fuck her ass faster, while riding her body harder. “You better hold on, Lina. I’m going to fuck you into heaven. Hold onto the desk.”
Immediately her hands slap down on the edge of the desk to do as I instructed. My balls tighten and I know this ride is going to come to an end way too soon. Hell, even now, her pussy walls are fluttering around me, indicating she’s about to come again. Sweat coats my skin as I struggle to keep from shooting my load early. I need her to come with me.
Leaning over, I bite her ass, pulling back enough to admire the teeth marks on her skin.
"You're mine, Lina. I'm never letting you go. I’m keeping you, baby.”
“I don’t want you to let me go," she whimpers breathlessly.
"Come for me, baby. Come for your man," I breathe, feeling the heat gather at the base of my spine. Jesus, I can’t hold back. I cry out as cum jets out, painting her walls with my hot seed. Stream after stream of come jets out, so forcefully that her body jerks in time. It must trigger her release because she yells out my name as her orgasm hammers through her. Her pussy grips my cock, clamping down on me demanding every fucking drop I have to give.
“I'm coming,” she cries out as her climax continues to roll through her. I lean down, kissing her back.
"You're mine. I’m never letting you go. And I'm yours, now and forever."
Her body goes slack as the waves of her orgasm ebb away. She lets out a satisfied sigh, making me smile.
"We need to get dressed now. We should get this wedding done, but I don't want to leave your warm body," I tell her. “Do you think they will marry us with my cock still buried inside of you.”
That seems to pull her out of the haze. "Antonio,” she hisses, “do you think the priest heard us?"
I laugh. "Baby, I think everyone probably heard you."
"Now, we can't go through with this. It's too embarrassing," she answers, pushing her face into my desk, obviously embarrassed.
"We are getting married. Quit acting like you’re ashamed of what we have and get dressed," I snap.
She turns and looks at me. “I’m not ashamed of what we have.”
“Good, then get up. We have a wedding today. You need to get ready.”
"That'd be easier if you'd pull out and let me up."
"Damn it, okay, but once everyone leaves, you're going to suck me off for not agreeing to get married with my cock inside of you.”
"It will be my wedding gift to you," she laughs as I pull out reluctantly.
The only consolation is that I will have her again soon.
"You're already the perfect wife," I croon, making her giggle.
I shove myself into my pants as she gets dressed. A calmness moves over me as I look at her while she finishes dressing.
She’s magnificent and I’m a lucky bastard.
melina
He picks me up, carrying me into a bathroom attached to his office.
“Why do you need a shower down here?” I ask, looking around. It's smaller than the one in our room upstairs, but it’s still a great size—big enough to accommodate two people. The only real difference is that it doesn’t have a soaking tub. I mean, I’m not complaining. After we got dressed, I somehow convinced the caveman that I couldn’t get married without a shower. It’s embarrassing enough that everyone probably heard me begging Antonio to fuck me. The last thing I want is for them to smell his cum all over me—or see it dripping out of me.
“There are some things, il mio tesoro, that you shouldn't ask me,” he tells me as he sets me down gently on the sink counter. The cool tile feels shocking against my warmed skin.
“Does that mean this is where you bring your women?” I ask. I try to cover the jealousy in my voice but fail miserably.
He frowns at me, his eyes searching my face before shaking his head. “I've never allowed another woman in my home. To do that, I would first have to let my guard down with them. I've never met a woman that I wanted to do that with—not until you.”