Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
He gently massaged my scalp, the pressure just right to alleviate the tension that had built up over the course of the day. I closed my eyes, sinking into the softness of the mattress beneath me as I let out a sigh. Lotto’s touch had always had a calming effect on me, and I relaxed under his gentle ministrations.
I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of something deeper in his gaze. It was as if he was trying to convey a message to me, one that went beyond words.
Dominance.
Lotto wanted to take control. It’s what he did. It’s what he was fucking good at.
He was a master of his craft, and times like this, when I was stressed beyond belief, I was more than happy to be his willing student.
Without breaking eye contact, Lotto leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke. “You don’t have to worry about a thing,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing.
He moved his hand from my head, trailing his fingers down my arm before intertwining them with mine.
I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. I could trust him, and he would move heaven and earth to ensure that I was taken care of. It was a comforting thought, one that filled me with a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Lotto leaned down, brushing his lips against mine in a gentle kiss. It was a promise, a vow that he would always be there for me, no matter what. And as I sank into the kiss, the softness soon intensified to an inferno of need.
The beast inside me rattled the cages.
His lips moved against mine with a fervor that spoke of his intentions. Lotto was not one for half-measures, and when he wanted something, he went after it with everything he had. In this case, it was me.
He pulled away, leaving me breathless and wanting more. A smirk played at the corners of his lips as he looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire.
He broke the kiss, his breath hot against my cheek as he trailed his lips down my neck. His teeth grazed my skin, sending shivers down my spine as he made his way to the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder.
I gasped as he bit down, the pleasure-pain sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core. He bit again, this time no doubt leaving a mark.
He rose from the bed, pulling me up with him. His fingers caressed my skin, igniting a fire within that threatened to consume me. I moaned softly as he trailed kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin.
He looked over his shoulder at the door, where my father sat watching TV on the other side. The man refused to wear hearing aids, which meant everyone in our neighborhood could hear what he was watching, but Lotto and I had no intention of risking him hearing us. We didn’t keep our sexual desires secret, but we also didn’t feel we needed to announce it to the entire world. Placing his finger at his lip to silence me, he then led me to the attached bathroom, turned on the shower, and adjusted the temperature to a perfect warmth.
“Get naked,” he ordered.
I did just as he said, not ever hesitating on this command.
He pulled out a bottle of lube from a drawer and tossed it to me. “Make your cock nice and slick for me.”
I obeyed, my fingers coated with the lubricant as I stroked myself, feeling the familiar tension build in my body. Lotto watched me, his eyes hungry, as he undressed himself, revealing his toned physique, colored by tattoos on almost every square inch of his body. He was perfection. Live and breathing art.
He stepped into the shower and pulled me in after him. The hot water cascaded down our bodies, mixing with the lubricant on my hand and making our skin glisten. Lotto’s hands explored my body, his touch setting me on fire as he explored every inch of me.
His lips found mine again, his kiss urgent and demanding as he then turned and pressed his palms against the shower wall and pushed out his ass in invitation.
I stepped closer, the head of my cock brushing against his entrance. I teased him for a moment, savoring the anticipation before I finally thrust inside him. He gasped, his body tensing as he adjusted to my size. I held still, giving him time to accommodate me before I began to move.
Slowly at first, I started to rock my hips, each movement sending a jolt of pleasure through both of us. Lotto moaned, his head falling back as he pushed back against me. I wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him close as I increased my pace. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the shower, mixing with our heavy breathing and moans of pleasure.