Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I hadn’t ever done anything like it, but it couldn’t be that hard to do. Right?
I slowly lowered my head, and up close his cock looked even more intimidating.
It was just so...big, and my panties slowly became drenched at the thought.
Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I carefully swallowed him whole.
He groaned, and it was the sweetest and most arousing sound I had ever heard.
Inch by inch, I took more of him in, but no matter how much care I had exercised, I wasn’t able to prevent my throat from suddenly tightening—-
My gag reflex kicked in, and I began to choke.
“Rilassatti, bambina.” His fingers wrapped gently around my throat just before slowly stroking the soft skin. “Relax your throat and take your time. Bene?”
I tried doing it again, heeding his advice, and this time his cock slid all the way in.
Marcus groaned.
I began to suck, and he groaned again.
His fingers drove through my hair, and my pussy quivered.
My head began to bob as I sucked on his cock, and the raw, earthy sounds of Marcus’ pleasure rebounded inside the cottage.
It was the most erotic sound in the world, and my breasts started to swell and ache.
Marcus’ grip tightened on my hair as he began to guide me, letting me know the rhythm he wanted. I followed his command blindly.
He wanted it faster, and so my head bobbed faster over his cock.
He wanted me to suck harder, and so I sucked on his cock as hard as I could.
And when he asked hoarsely, “Can I cum in your mouth?”
I answered the only way I knew how, squeezing his cock with both of my hands, telling him without words—-
Give me everything.
Marcus’ hips thrust up.
A moment later and he was cumming in my mouth with a hoarse cry.
He fucked my mouth hard, and there seemed no end to the hot, sticky substance that poured down my throat.
Forever seemed to have gone past before his fingers finally loosened from my hair, and I slowly released his cock.
It came out with a popping sound that made me turn red and Marcus’ eyes lazily drift open.
I rocked back on my ankles, and as our eyes met—-
Reality slapped me in the face.
Crap. Oh crap. Crap oh crap.
Did I really—-
Had I just—-
I rose clumsily to my feet. “I gotta blow.”
Marcus raised a brow. “Is that so?”
“Yes, really—-” My last words replayed in my mind and I yelped.
Crap.
“I meant I gotta go.”
And without looking back, I dashed out of the cottage, walking away as fast as I could.
Seriously Anneke?
You gotta BLOW?
When I made it back to the parish, Fleur spotted me first and hurried towards me. “Where have you been? We’ve been—-” Her voice faltered. “Oh. Umm.”
Our brothers were right behind her, and Willem was the first one to reach us.
Fleur paled, and I frowned. What was happening?
Willem glanced at me, and his face became cold. “We should go.”
I thought about asking what was wrong but when I saw my two other brothers become expressionless upon seeing me, I knew that something was up.
“Okay,” I said meekly.
We piled inside the limousine, with my brothers sharing in one row while Fleur and I sat opposite them.
As soon as the door slammed shut, Jaak handed me a handkerchief.
I accepted it, bewildered, even as I blurted out, “But I didn’t cry.”
“No.” Jaak’s tone was ironic. “I’m sure you didn’t, but I’m just as sure someone else did though.”
Nic looked pained. “Echt, Jaak?” Really, Jaak?
And now I was even more confused.
Fleur seemed to take pity on me. “Anneke.” She leaned close, whispering to my ear, “You have something on your face.”
I frowned. “Where?”
She pointed to the corner of my mouth.
I touched the spot, and my fingers encountered something really...sticky.
My brothers stared at me.
And I slowly covered my mouth with a handkerchief.
I began to rub.
My brothers simultaneously winced.
“I’m an adult,” I told them stiffly, trying to brazen it out.
“Clearly.” Willem’s tone was frigid.
Fleur choked back a laugh.
And then another.
And another.
Until Fleur and Jaak were both laughing, and even Nic unbent enough to grin.
Willem sighed, and the others started laughing again.
My moment of brazenness expired, and I covered my face with both hands.
Oh my God.
My whole family knew I had just given Marcus Ravelli a blowjob.
When my phone beeped, Jaak asked slyly, “Up to making another guy cry again?”
Moron. Jaak was such a moron. But even so, it didn’t stop me from checking my phone.
Marcus: When can we meet again?
Ten
Marcus Ravelli was indeed personally waiting at the steps for me when the limousine slowed to a stop in front of his corporate headquarters. It made me feel very special, but it did make me wonder if it was just an Italian thing or he was just, I don’t know, excited about...the merger?
Marcus opened the door for me, and for one moment I had a completely unobstructed, close-up view of him. He was dressed in a gray two-buttoned jacket over a shirt and pants, and I realized it was my first time to see him dressed in corporate in person. He looked sophisticated, breathtakingly so, and my heart started acting crazy again.