Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
She gasps as I slide my finger all the way in.
“I bet you were getting wet when we were texting,” I growl when I feel how soaked her inexperienced body is. “You’re drenched for me, Ruby. Fucking soppy for me.”
“Yes, yes,” she gasps. “It’s so hot.”
“You don’t want me to be nice?” I groan, then slip another finger into her.
She grabs a pillow and bites down on it. There’s something so wild and frantic in the movement as if she has to do it quickly or she’ll lose control. I drive my fingers deep, feeling her walls stretch around me as I bury them inside of her, keeping my eyes fixed on her the entire time.
Then I feel her entrance quiver as if making room for me. It sends blazing heat up my dick in anticipation of how perfect she’s going to feel. I begin to stroke inside of her, her body responding right away, her walls fluttering as more wetness seeps over my hand.
The hottest part is the flush shining through her makeup, turning her neck red. She’s dropped the pillow, grasping at the sheets instead, staring up at me like she can’t believe how good this feels.
“My cock’s on fire for you,” I growl, slipping my fingers out and driving them in with so much passion her body makes sloppy, wet sounds for me. “I’m going to own your body. My dick’s the only one you’ll ever feel. Just me, Ruby. Only me.”
She rocks her hips, grinding on my finger as I move even faster. I’m finger-fucking her now, driving deep, her wetness pumping down over my hand, seeping all over me, drenching the sheets.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I say in awe. “Oh, hell. I can feel how close you are.”
“Hmm… hmm!” she moans, still biting down, as if, otherwise, she’ll let out a scream. After what I did last night, she knows how badly I need to keep every aspect of her lust to myself. Nobody else can ever see her like this, hear her, or even think of her like this.
I fuck her faster and faster until her whole body starts shaking. I swear, her perfect eyes almost start rolling backward. The hottest part is how genuine she is. She’s not putting on a show. She’s just existing in the moment—with me, only me. She moans as her sweet pussy gives me more of her juices, her walls fluttering around my fingers, the wet sounds getting even louder as I dominate her.
When the orgasm is over, she pants, leaning back on her elbows. “That was crazy,” she whispers. “Oh, Luca… Let me touch you. Let me tuh-taste you.”
Come surges up my dick. For an insane moment, I think I might explode in my pants. Stumbling to my feet, I reach for my pants, nodding at her. “Naked. Now, Ruby.”
She cocks a smile at me, that sassiness flitting into her eyes. “Getting bossy now, huh?”
“You bring the mafia prince out of me,” I snarl.
I pull down my pants, but I keep my eyes on her, never taking them away. She stands up, pulls her dress over her head, and removes her bra. I tear off my clothes and then leap at her, causing an intoxicating gasp to escape from her kissable lips.
Greedily grabbing big handfuls of her tits, I bury my face in her soft curviness, sucking her nipples, kissing her, indulging like the animal she makes me. I suck her nipples until she moans insistently and pushes against me.
Leaning back, I smirk. “Something to say?”
“Let me get you ready,” she whispers.
I take her by the wrist, guide her hand to my cock. She whimpers when she feels how hard I am. I’ve never been this solid in my life. Every inch of my dick is swollen with come, my head aching with how much precome is bursting out of me. “I am ready,” I moan as she strokes her hand up and down, spreading the precome along my length. “Can’t you feel that?”
She bites her lip, nodding, moaning, tempting.
“Don’t be nervous,” I tell her, toying with her folds, stroking my thumb along the needy nub of her clit. “Your body belongs to me.”
Taking her by the shoulders, I gently push her toward the bed. When she lies on her back, I take a moment to look down at her, the soft light dancing over the perfect shape of her body. Her tits are big and full, her nipples tight and perky. Her hips are wide, her thighs thick, her walls fluttering and pink. Her belly looks like it’s getting ready to hold my child.
The thought thunders into me.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“I… Dammit, I don’t have a condom.”
It shocks me when this somehow causes her to stroke her hand across her pussy, playing with her folds. “It’s okay,” she whispers, rubbing her clit.