Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“I would have found my way to you tonight if your pretty ass wasn’t already outside my door.” He pulled me closer, pressing my pussy against his solid abs. “There’s something I need to know, though.”
“What?”
“Tell me, when you lie on your bed and spread your legs, imagining me between them, how good do you make it?”
So, he had seen that, at least. I pretended to consider my answer. “The only way it could feel better is if I got the real thing.”
He grinned and brought a hand to the base of my throat, wrapping his long fingers around it. “Is that what you want?” He applied the slightest amount of pressure. It didn’t hurt, but the threat was clear.
“Badly.” My voice was barely above a whisper.
“It seems you’ve got a few problems you need help with. Where should I start?” His eyes locked with mine.
Moving closer, he released my throat and placed his hands on my waist, and then dragged me out of the chair.
“Hey!” I yelped and squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for an impact that never came. At the last second, he gently lowered me the rest of the way to the floor, laying me on his plush rug. “Why did you do that?”
“You have a dare, remember?” He replied matter-of-factly, coming down so his body was positioned over mine.
“I never told you what it was.”
“You didn’t have to; I know everything that goes on in this house.”
I wasn’t going to comment on that. “A kiss doesn’t require me being on my back.”
“This one does.”
Before I could ask what that meant he was flashing me an ornery grin and grabbing the waistband of my shorts. He dragged them down my legs along with my underwear.
“You need a kiss; I’m going to choose where you get it.”
“Oh, my gosh,” I murmured to myself, staring up at him.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to have the taste of you on my tongue?” He pushed my legs apart and expelled an appreciative sigh. “Look at that. Even your pussy is pretty as fuck.”
My entire body flushed. He pressed a chaste kiss on my mouth before sliding down my body. He placed another on one inner thigh, and then the other.
There was no preamble or hesitation after that. He blew out a soft breath and ran his tongue from the bottom of my pussy to the top, and gently flicked my clit with his piercing. He moved back down, and slowly eased his tongue in and out of me, alternating between teasing my clit with soft flicks.
“God…” I choked, digging my nails into my palms.
Constantine Moretto had his head between my legs.
Was I in heaven, or on my way to hell? He devoured my pussy like he was starving for it. His appreciative little hums made me wetter than I already was. I sank my teeth into my lower lip, struggling to hold back the barrage of moans that were making my chest heave.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut. Con knew exactly what he was doing. His tongue was magical.
I was so wet I could feel arousal running down the backs of my thighs. I was oh-so-close, dancing right on the edge of what could have been the best orgasm of my life when he stopped and pulled away. I took a breath and swallowed as I opened my eyes.
He was grinning at me with a glistening face. “I can already tell this is going to be an addiction.”
Without giving me a chance to think of a response, his fingers replaced his tongue.
He pumped in and out of my cunt, stretching me in a way that I’d never figured out how to do on my own. I held onto his wrist with one hand, watching him manipulate his digits until I could no longer hold my head up. I shut my eyes, chasing the orgasm in my head.
“No, you don’t. Look at me, Rose,” he commanded softly, a slight huskiness to his voice.
I opened my eyes, unsure how to feel about what was being reflected back at me from his. Was it possession? Lust?
Maybe it was both.
With him, it was definitely both.
He curled two fingers and gently rocked them against that sweet pressure he always found inside me.
I sucked in a ragged breath and tried to scoot away, hardly recognizing my own voice and the sounds coming from my mouth as I ran from whatever, he was doing.
He followed, pinning me in place with one hand going around my throat. “Let it happen, baby. Let yourself go.”
He pressed his thumb on my clit and began to roll it, I came within seconds, my hips arching on their own accord as I cried out and liquid sprayed from my pussy. Con leaned down and caught my loud moans in his mouth, continuing to work his fingers inside me. I could taste myself on him and nearly came again from that alone.