Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 163540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 818(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 818(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Holy fucking fuck…
He begins to suck, his eyes closed, and I begin to shudder. Oh no.
Not this again.
He reaches up and kneads my breast. “Watch,” he commands.
I lean up onto my elbows and watch him suck and lick on my most private parts.
His eyes are dark, his tongue a perfect pink, and I watch the muscles in his jaw contract as he eats me.
I’ve died and gone to Italian Heaven.
I know now why the men I’ve been with over the last two years couldn’t get over the line with me. They were all shit—very poor substitutes for the real thing.
Nobody came close to giving me the high of Rici Ferrara. He’s a designer drug all of his own.
The best kind of high.
He bites my clitoris, and I buck off the bed as a freight train of an orgasm tears through me. I cry out in ecstasy and grab the back of his head.
Both his hands are splayed on my stomach as he holds me down, but his tongue doesn’t stop. He hasn’t finished. He wants to suck every last drop of the orgasm from my body.
My legs are quivering, and I try to close them. I’m too sensitive. “Rici,” I breathe. “Now. Give it to me… please.”
He stands, takes a condom from the drawer, and I watch as he rolls it on.
Thump, thump, thump, goes my heart as he climbs over me.
“Olivia. My beautiful Olivia.” His lips take mine and his tongue moves in a slow, erotic dance. I can taste my own arousal in his mouth.
My heart freefalls from my chest.
No. No. No.
This is wrong. This isn’t supposed to feel special. This is supposed to be brutal fucking. A getting him out of my system kind of fuck.
With his lips pressed tenderly against mine, he lifts my left leg and puts it around his waist.
“Open for me, baby.”
I do as I’m told, and in one strong movement, he pushes forward and slides in deep. My mouth falls open as his possession takes over. I exhale slowly.
“You all right?” his deep, hushed voice whispers.
“Yeah.” I close my eyes to try and deal with him—to block him out—because, hell, this man doesn’t just make love. He fucks my soul.
He pulls out slowly and then pushes back in. I wince at the size of him. What the hell kind of man is he?
He clenches his jaw. Dark eyes hold mine, and I know he’s clinging onto his control.
His breath is quivering and his tongue is sliding between my lips, begging for me to let him in fully.
What a beautiful, virile beast he is.
Sexual perfection has a name, and it’s Enrico Ferrara. The king of fucking.
With his knees wide on the bed, he pulls out again. This time with purpose, he slams back in, and I cry out.
“Ahh!”
I cling to his broad shoulders and feel the muscles contract beneath my hands.
“Shh,” he whispers, realizing he has to slow it down or he’ll hurt me. “Okay, okay. Shh,” he breathes. He gently begins to ride me, knowing that we have to work up to what he wants.
And like the perfect student, my body loosens with every pump as he holds himself up on his elbows.
“Olivia,” he whispers darkly as he watches my lips. “Fuck me, Olivia. Let me in.”
My eyes roll back in my head as I lift my legs up on either side of his body.
God, yes.
Fuck me, all right.
We keep going, gradually getting harder, and the bed begins to rock. My hands relax enough to roam over his back and up to the back of his head.
His beautiful face stares down at me, and I know that this is it. This is what sex is supposed to be like. I’m positive that when it was invented by whoever it was back then at the dawn of time, it was with this man in mind.
He lifts my leg a little higher to his shoulders and his eyes flash black. He’s on the edge of sanity.
“Go,” I pant. “Give it to me.” I put my hands onto his behind and pull him in deeper.
He lets out a guttural moan, straightens his arms, and then slams me hard. My entire body jerks up the bed, and I can feel every vein on his thick cock.
Oh shit…
The sound of our damp skin slapping together bounces off the walls, and the heat from his thrusts burns me from the inside out. I begin to thrash beneath him. I can’t hold it as I cry out. My orgasm tips him over the edge, and he holds himself deep. I feel the telling jerk of his cock deep inside my body.
He slams into me three more times—each time deeper than the last as he tries to empty himself completely.
And then he kisses me with such tenderness, and it’s so foreign to the way he just was with me.