Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 126060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“You were made for me. You’re slick, baby.” His hand slid up her belly to the curve of her breast to her nipple. “So slick. You’re just afraid because it’s all so new.” He waited another heartbeat. “If you want to stop, Amaranthe, we’ll stop.”
She could tell it would practically kill him to stop. It cost him just to ask her. Did she want to stop? She was terrified to continue. On the other hand, as much as it burned and stung, there was another sensation creeping in that overshadowed the discomfort at times. It was just hovering out of reach. And then there was that look on his face.
She shook her head. “Don’t stop. Not yet.”
“Babe, I might not be able to stop later. I’ll try but . . .” He broke off. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His fingers moved over her breast and flicked her nipple and tugged gently. Fire raced from her breast to her sex. She couldn’t help her reaction to his touch. She had such a weakness for him. He had that sensual mask again; the alluring one she couldn’t resist.
“Don’t stop.”
Geno pinched her nipple hard, and lightning streaked straight to her clit. At the same time, he surged forward, driving his cock through the thin barrier and deeper. Deeper still.
“Geno.” She tried warning him. He was so hot. Splitting her. She took a deep breath, willing him to fit. Willing her body to take him inside all the way. It hurt. But at the same time . . . she didn’t want to stop.
“That’s right, Danzatrice Ombra. You’ve got this.” His voice was an even deeper, sexier rasp. He sank another inch, his length fiery hot. Spreading her open.
Amaranthe felt too full. Stuffed. She could feel the large vein running along his cock. His heart beating through the wide girth. She shook her head as he eased in another inch. His fingers dug into her thighs, holding her firmly in place. He suddenly surged forward, driving himself forward like a spear all the way through her tight folds until she had every inch of him in her.
She caught at his forearms, digging in her fingernails, a small moan escaping as the burning and stinging increased.
Geno stayed still, their bodies locked together, his forehead pressed against hers. His breathing was as labored as hers. She felt the pulsing of his cock in the tight silken tunnel as her sheath attempted to strangle the massive invader.
He swore over and over under his breath. “Nothing has ever felt this good, Amara. Nothing. I’m waiting for your body to catch up. God, baby, you need to catch up.”
She felt her body begin to relax and she took several long deep breaths. He pulled back his hips, withdrawing from her. Without warning, he sank deep again, driving straight through her folds without hesitation.
She didn’t know if she liked the sensation or not. It was painful, yet it wasn’t all painful. He filled her completely. She tightened her legs around his hips and caught his rhythm, her body naturally following his lead. She couldn’t find her voice, only moan.
His movements became faster. Harder. Each time his cock pumped in and out of her, streaks of fire encompassed her entire body, drowning her in the sensations of both immeasurable pleasures mixed with sharp stinging and burning. Half of her pleasure was just the way he was looking at her, as if she were everything to him. His entire world. As if his cock fitting into her body was a miracle he hadn’t expected, and now that it had, he never wanted it out.
He began to shake his head from side to side. “Too soon. You’re so perfect, babe. I can’t hold out. I’ve never felt like this.”
If it were possible, his cock was getting bigger, pushing at the already tender walls of her sheath. Then he thrust hard. Fast. Jerking out a jolting rhythm as hot ropes of seed coated the spasming walls of her tight tunnel. He collapsed over her, fighting for breath, his cock still jerking, his mouth finding her neck.
She lay still, trapped beneath him, unwilling to attempt to process what just happened, whether she liked it or she didn’t. She wasn’t certain. She gave a little gasp and turned her face to the side in an effort to breathe.
“Geno.”
He lifted himself up on his elbows. “Sorry, Amara.” A slow smile lit his eyes, turning them a dark shade of blue. “Next time, I’ll get your body there, I promise.”
She wasn’t going to think about next time, not when there was a persistent burning throbbing between her legs. She flung one arm over her eyes. “I’m never going to be able to walk again.”
Geno removed her arm to look down at her, his frown very much in evidence. “Did I hurt you? I tried to be gentle. I was careful knowing it was your first time.”