Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I’ve died and gone to heaven.
I take her hand as she climbs onto me, facing the other way. I grab her hip with one hand and my cock with the other as she sinks all the way down on me.
She breathes heavily as I fill her, her tight cunt squeezing me so hard I groan.
Chloe begins to move slowly, her hips grinding against me in slow, sensuous circles.
Watching her like this is so hot that I struggle not to come already.
This. Her. This is what I’ve been waiting for. She’s a vision, a vixen, a sweet soul who I’m so glad I get to love on—hopefully forever.
“There you go,” I say, gripping her hips. She adjusts to my size, freeing up her mobility. “God, you feel good.”
“This is my favorite. It hits every spot.”
She wiggles around until she’s bouncing up and down on my cock. Each rise and fall is a wash of pleasure, and watching her ass is a bonus.
“Do you like this?” I ask her, massaging her backside as she moves. “Because I think you’ll have to do this every time now.”
She laughs, her head falling back as she moans. She cups her tits, holding them from jiggling, as she takes me all the way in—hard.
I grit my teeth. “I can take that about five more times, and then I’m coming.”
Instantly, she stops.
I groan. The intensity building inside my balls is so powerful they ache and, as if she can read my mind, she slides her hand between my legs and plays with them.
“Fuck, Chloe,” I say, laughing through clenched teeth.
“I love feeling you inside me like this.” She swirls her hips. “Does it feel better to you without a condom?”
“It feels so good that I’m struggling not to fill you full of my cum right now.”
She grins over her shoulder. “Is that so?”
“What are you doing?” I ask, smiling at the wicked look in her eye.
She leans forward until she’s holding my ankles. If I thought the view was good before—holy shit.
I slide a finger through her pussy and drag it to her ass. She flexes her hips and begins to move.
“You’re going to kill me,” I say, parting her with both hands. “Every inch of this body is perfect.”
“You’ve not had it all yet.”
“No, but I plan on it.”
She moves harder against me, releasing little moans as she grinds on my cock. I lift my hips and thrust into her as she moves.
“If you want to know what I like,” she says, gasping, “this is it. Remember this.”
“Noted.”
I rub her wetness around her puckered opening, trying to concentrate on it so I don’t come too soon. My thumb massages the rim, pressing just hard enough to make her yelp.
“Ride me,” I say, thrusting even harder. Her little sounds make it impossible to stay in control. “Ride the fuck out of me.”
She sits up, moving her hips like a belly dancer. Around, up, and down. Harder. Faster.
A sheen of sweat coats her back as she moves. My fingers dig into her skin, pressing her down as I shove my cock into her.
Every movement is heaven. She’s sleek and smooth, each rotation of her hips a stronger sensation than before. Her pussy is hot, and her juices cover my groin. I get a glimpse of her tits bouncing, and that does it.
“I’m coming,” she says, just as the first wave of cum shoots inside her.
“Fuck!”
Her cries pierce the air as I pick up the pace. She hungrily accepts my release as the sounds of our bodies enjoying each other ring through the room. I empty myself fully inside her—deeply inside her—not stopping until I’m sure she’s absolutely spent.
She gasps a breath, sagging against me, and I reach up and guide her back onto my chest.
Our pants sync. We look at each other at the same time and laugh.
“Did you say we had dinner reservations?” she asks, still catching her breath.
“Yes. In about two hours.”
“Want to take a bath with me?”
I’ll do anything with you. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll show her how precious she really is to me. How she was meant to be mine all along.
I pull her into my side and press a kiss to her forehead. Then I release her. “That sounds like a plan to me.”
Chapter 21
Chloe
“Would you like more wine, ma’am?”
I shake my head, offering the server a smile. “No, thank you. I’ve had enough.”
“Very well,” he says, turning to Jason. “What about you, sir?”
“I’m good. Thank you.”
The server nods and disappears into the rest of the dining area.
Ciro’s is unlike any place I’ve ever eaten. It’s sophisticated and moody, with shadowy corners and low lighting. I fully expect that celebrities and dignitaries are tucked into the booths lining the walls and sitting at the tables surrounding ours. It’s that kind of a place—opulent—that makes me wish I knew the difference in all the forks.