Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Never a man to be rushed, Damien switches sides. That moment between hands makes me whimper. “Please,” I beg and push my hips forward again.
Damien sucks my nipple, hard enough to cause the pleasure-pain sensation that sends a rush of juices between my thighs. He releases it with a pop. “What is it you need, Francesca?”
“You,” I moan, sliding my fingers through his hair. “As much as I love the feel of your mouth on my pussy, or the way you curl your fingers just so to bring me to orgasm, right now I want your cock. I need your cock. Now, please.”
He steps back with a raised eyebrow. “Pull me out, Frankie.”
I happily, almost giddily, reach for him and unfasten his jeans, tugging slowly on the zipper. My hand trembles as I reach inside his waistband and brush my fingertips over the swollen head of his cock. I stroke him a few times, hard and slow just the way he likes, until he grips my wrist.
“Pull. Me. Out.” His control is close to snapping and that thought makes me even wetter. Hotter. Hungrier for what comes next.
I tug his pants and boxers down, still stroking his cock.
“Now come here.” He pulls me close before using his body to push me back against the wall. Flinging one leg over his forearm, he quickly lines our bodies up, teasing my opening with the head of his cock.
“Damien,” I whimper.
“Not enough?” He enters me but only enough that the head of his cock is inside of me and those shallow strokes feel good, but they aren’t enough. Every stroke teases me and leaves me wanting more.
“More.”
He gives me more of his cock, feeding it slowly into me until I feel his sac smacking against my body. “You’re soaking wet.”
I smile. “You do that to me.”
Where I thought he might fuck me hard and fast up against the wall, Damien torments me with slow, soul-destroying strokes that push me inch by inch toward the edge. He draws out each stroke, moving so slowly that I can practically map out each vein and ridge of his cock.
It’s making me wild. I’m wet and pulsing already as I match him stroke for stroke. “Please,” I beg, as my leg muscles begin to quake and tremble. “More, Damien. Harder.”
The arm with my panties wrapped around his wrist slides up my body and he grabs my throat possessively, while he pumps into me harder and deeper, and then deeper still. He’s so deep that I fear no man will ever please my body quite the way Damien does.
“Your cunt is so tight and so wet. I can’t get enough of you, Frankie.” His mouth crashes against mine and his kiss is as punishing as the strokes that send me into a dizzying fall that makes my legs buckle as pleasure darts up my body, making my whole body tingle.
“Yes, Damien.” My orgasm starts slow but then it erupts in a rainbow of colors, all the sensations that light me up from the inside. I’m trembling so hard I can hardly stand as the pleasure swamps me, thrashing me about while Damien’s cock invades me over and over, simultaneously chasing his pleasure while prolonging mine.
“Frankie, baby. You feel so fucking good.” The last word is drawn out as his own orgasm floods my body, filling me until I’m ready to burst. “So. Fucking. Good.” His last few strokes punctuate each word, and he presses deep inside me, trembling as the last of his orgasm fades. “Francesca.”
I let out a shaky sigh and let my head fall back against the wall. “I really missed you,” I tell him with a slow, satisfied grin.
“I missed you too,” he says, licking his lips before planting a soft kiss that riles me up all over again. Damien groans, pushing his hips forward before pulling back with a regretful sigh. “And now I’m going to feed you.”
“Yes, please.” I hold on to Damien for an extended moment until I’m sure my legs aren’t going to give out. “Okay. I’m good.”
“You’re better than good.” Another soft kiss and he cups my jaw, gently running his thumb along the line until he’s too far away to touch me. “You are everything.”
I sigh, but I can’t stop the blush that creeps up my skin at the compliment. “Think I can get those back,” I ask, nodding to the pink panties he’s wearing like a bracelet.
“Nope. I think I’ll wear them for the rest of the night so I can smell your sweet arousal whenever I want,” he purrs in a teasing tone that has my nipples standing on edge. Again.
“I’ll be in the kitchen with a fresh glass of wine for both of us.” His smile is beautiful as he leaves me there on wobbly legs.
My head is spinning from the whirl of emotions of the day as I head upstairs to freshen up and grab a new pair of panties for dinner, which my amazing billionaire boyfriend is cooking for me. My giddiness threatens to overwhelm me, the emotional highs and lows of today pulsing through me like a live wire.