Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
“Get on your knees for me, Liliana. I want your mouth on my cock.”
And my beautiful girl did just that.
Liliana
Even a year later, I wanted to curse him out, to tell Matteo to fuck off. But the truth was, the only reason those thoughts even crossed my mind was because we both got off on me playing hard to get.
And I wasn’t about to deny either of us right now.
When I didn’t listen right away, Matteo made a disapproving sound and came closer until he crowded me, until his massive body was nearly pressed right to mine.
I held my composure and tried to act like my pussy wasn’t soaked for this very dangerous man whom I loved more than anything else.
“You’ll learn soon enough to do as I say, pretty girl.” His focus went to my mouth, his eyes becoming hooded. “You always look so gorgeous with your mouth all red and swollen from sucking my dick.” Matteo ran the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, the sensation rough, demanding. “So damn pretty.” He pulled the flesh down, a harsh groan leaving him. “Never seen anything so fucking hot before.”
I moaned and closed my eyes, my mask of indifference slipping.
“There she is,” he whispered. “Be a good girl and don’t make me tell you again.” I opened my eyes to see him stroking himself.
His motions were unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to degrade and praise me.
“Sink down on those knees and come closer, Sunshine.”
My body was on fire, burning from the inside out, making me feel like I’d burn this entire room down.
I was already naked, having obeyed instantly when he told me to strip. And so I got to my knees and looked up at him.
“Closer, sweet girl.”
The floor was hard and cold but it did wicked things where my arousal was concerned.
“Don’t make me ask you again, Liliana.”
Matteo’s voice was gruff, like he’d been drinking whiskey all night.
I crawled toward him, and with each inch I moved, the more my body lit up.
This was so degrading…so arousing.
This was the very good kind of wrong.
He kept moving back the closer I got, that beautiful bastard.
When I was kneeling right before him, he reached out and tipped my chin back, so it forced me to stare into his devilishly handsome and brutal face.
For long seconds, he did nothing but look at me, his thumb stroking my jawline, his nostrils flaring every time he inhaled sharply.
“Do you understand how much I love you?”
My heart skipped a beat as his own mask of indifference and apathy slipped, and I saw the man who showed me a different side that no one else had witnessed.
I nodded. “I love you, too.”
He shook his head. “Not like me. Never like me.” He inhaled deeply. “I’d scorch the fucking world for you to prove my love. I’d slit my wrists and let you drink my blood until my heart stopped if it meant you lived on.”
I didn’t know what to say. No words were adequate for what he just declared. I knew his words were the absolute truth, and even if I told him I felt the same, it would never sink in. He would never believe I could love him as deeply as he confessed to loving me.
So I showed him with my body what he meant to me.
With one more gentle touch to my chin, he let go of me and gripped that massive cock hanging between his legs once more, his mask back in place.
He was hard, but God, the more he stroked himself, the thicker and longer he became.
I felt like a deviant as my mouth watered shamelessly. I was in this hazy reality as I stared at Matteo and knew what was about to happen.
“Sweet girl,” he purred like the devil. “You know you want to please me.” The way he jerked himself off from root to tip and the sight of beads of clear pre-cum dotting the crown had me feeling like a wildfire coursed within me.
I was so wet. My inner muscles clenched, my clit throbbed, and the sloppy feeling of the mess I was making between my thighs because I was so aroused should have humiliated me.
“How much do you want to suck my cock?”
I shivered and moaned. “God…so much.” I didn’t know when I lifted my hands or when I placed them on his thighs, but I smoothed my palms over his slacks. He’d only taken his cock out through the fly, so he was still fully dressed.
I found it insanely hot.
“Sei la mia brava, sporca ragazzina.” That’s my good, dirty little girl.
I stared up at him as I curled my fingers against his thighs, digging my nails into his flesh and wanting him to hurt as much as he did to me…in the best way.