Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I squirm under him when his erection grinds against my clit.
“Does that feel like I’m disabled to you?”
“No . . .” I swallow hard, thinking he definitely does not feel disabled at all.
“I get hard just thinking about you.” His hand skims up my side, under my shirt, and he cups my breast over my bra. “All I can think about is getting inside of you.” He kisses me again while his thumb and middle finger pull my nipple.
My back arches, and my legs wrap around his hips to pull him closer. Smiling against my mouth, he releases my nipple and leans back quickly to help me out of my top and bra.
The moment his warm lips wrap around my nipple, I moan, “Antonio.”
“Right here.” He moves to my other breast while my hands explore his chest and abs under his shirt. Needing to feel his skin against mine, I push his shirt up. He leans back until he pulls it off over his head.
“Yes,” I whisper as his weight settles into me. “Don’t stop,” I plead, feeling his fingers skim down my stomach to the top of my jeans and right into my panties. The first touch of his fingers against my clit has my eyes rolling back into my head.
“Look at me, Princess,” he demands. I open my eyes to focus on him. “Do you want to come?”
His thumb is still circling my clit, two fingers working me, giving me nothing and everything at the same time. “Yes,” I rasp.
“Let’s get you out of these jeans.” He leans back and helps me get rid of them; then he’s back over me with his hand between my legs. “Wet,” he groans against my mouth.
I slide my hand down his chest, then unhook his jeans. When I get my hand wrapped around his cock, my pussy spasms.
“Antonio.” I open my eyes to find his already on me. “Please. I’m ready.”
His eyes flare, and his jaw gets tight. “Baby, I don—”
“Please,” I cut him off. Releasing him, I slide my hands up his chest and hold his face between my palms. “I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, resting his forehead to mine.
God, he’s so sweet and so perfect.
I love that he wants to make sure I’m ready. I love that he’s not pressuring me.
“Yes, I’m sure.” I lift my head and touch my mouth to his. I whisper against his lips, “Please make love to me.” His eyes flare again on the word love; then his mouth is on mine, and he’s kissing me hard. So hard that I feel branded by his lips.
When his mouth leaves mine, he takes his wallet out of his back pocket and gets out a condom. He lays it on the bed near my head, then kicks off his boots and jeans. Seeing all of him for the first time, my mouth goes dry. He really is perfect—from his handsome face to his cut collarbones, hard pecs, tight abs, the V of his waist that leads to his cock. It’s hard and thick.
“Stop looking at it like that,” he says. My eyes fly up to meet his. “You’re going to give him performance anxiety.”
“Is that a real thing?” I ask.
He laughs, grabbing hold of my ankle and tugging me down the bed.
“If it is, I don’t want now to be when I find out.” His hips settle between mine as his warm body comes to rest over me. “You sure about this?” he asks gently, sliding his fingers through my hair.
Looking up into his eyes, I know this is right. “This is what I’ve been holding out for . . . I mean, I’ve been waiting for you to . . . god.” I cover my face with my hands, feeling like an idiot.
I feel his body shaking over mine.
“So damn cute.” He pulls my hands from my face. “Breathe for me, Princess.”
Breathe? How the hell does he expect me to breathe when he’s around?
“I promise I’ll take care of you,” he says gently. My throat starts to get tight. “Kiss me,” he urges, dipping his head closer to mine.
Arching my neck, I touch my mouth to his, then whimper when his fingers slide between my wet folds.
“Yes,” I breathe into his mouth while one finger slides inside of me.
“Circle your hips in sync with my finger,” he says.
I do, and then he adds another finger to the pressure, making my back bow off the bed while his thumb rolls against my oversensitive clit.
“I’m . . .” I start to feel like I’m going to come, but he pulls his hand away. My eyes fly open, and I stare up at him while he reaches for the condom, rips the package open with his teeth, then uses one hand to deftly slide it on.
“You’re ready,” he grunts, sliding the head of his cock over my clit and entrance before placing the tip inside and slowly sliding in.