Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
And for once in my life, I get what I want. He keeps going, fucks me faster with those magic fingers, sucks me like he’s trying to turn me inside out, and I come on his pretty mouth. I come and come, blinking black spots at the corners of my eyes, until I’m lying on my back gasping for air, ears ringing.
“You taste divine, baby,” he whispers and joins me on the bed. His slacks are gone. There’s only a pair of boxer briefs struggling to keep him contained. “Taste yourself.”
His fingers press to my lips. He sucks my nipples as I lick his fingers. It’s salty and tastes good, better than I thought it would.
“You like that,” he whispers, rolling his tongue around one pink bud. “I like this. Your body. Your moans.”
“I’m not sure how I’m going to make eye contact with you on Monday.”
He laughs. It’s low, throaty, a sensual chuckle. “We’ll figure it out.”
“Seriously. I thought you walking in on me was bad enough.”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed about coming on my lips, baby.” He kisses me, tongue in my mouth. “And you don’t have to be embarrassed about riding my cock.”
“Riding your—”
But he’s on his back, pulling me to straddle him again. This time, the boxer briefs are gone, and there’s nothing between me and his massive, thick shaft. I stare at him, eyes wide, palms on his chest. His heart’s racing as I wiggle back, feeling him press against my entrance.
“Go ahead,” he says. “Get used to me before I fuck you the way I need.”
I moan at the thought as I sink back. He slips into me—holy crap, I’m so wet—and I inch down his massive shaft. He’s right, the guy’s massive, spreading me wide the lower I get, but soon I’m riding faster as my pussy encases him.
“Oh, god,” I whisper, grinding my hips, riding up and down. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never been good at this. But with Renzo, it doesn’t seem to matter. “You feel so good.”
“You feel even better, bella topo, my beautiful mouse.”
“I’m not sure I love that nickname.”
“And I’m not sure I care.” He grabs my hips and turns me, rolling me down onto my back as he gets on top. I gasp as he thrusts deep inside me, his eyes burning as he pulls my hair. “I’ve been gentle enough now, baby. I want you to feel what it will be like to marry me.”
“This is the best argument you’ve made yet.”
“If the money won’t sway you, perhaps fucking you into oblivion will.”
“Either way, please try.”
He laughs then bites my nipple and thrusts deeper, harder, taking me like a monster, fucking me. I’m so slick and soaking, and it feels like freaking heaven as he growls and bites the nipples on my body, his hands exploring my legs, my breasts, my hips. He’s so deeply into me it’s unbelievable—I’ve never experienced a man so entranced by fucking me before. It heightens everything, sends me flying into heaven, and I feel another orgasm building deep in my core. But since I know what he likes, I decide to play his game.
“Renzo,” I moan, panting hard. “Renzo, Renzo, please, make me come again.”
“You are such a good girl,” he moans, kissing me. “Lovely bella topo, you gorgeous fucking thing. You want to come for me again?”
“Please,” I gasp although at this point I’m too far gone. Pretty sure nothing’s stopping me now short of a nuclear explosion.
“Come for me,” he whispers, fucking me rough. “Come for me, bella topo, come for me, pretty mouse.”
I gasp, digging fingers into his broad back, and the orgasm strikes me over the head, knocking me senseless. I feel him groan, stiffen, fill me to the brim as our orgasms mingle and mix, heightening everything to a level I’ve never dreamed about.
Gasping, drenched in sweat, I lie on my side and try to figure out how the hell that just happened.
But his arms wrap around me, pulling me against his broad chest.
“Good girl,” he murmurs in my ear. “Bella topo. Good girl.”
I could laugh. I could scream. I feel so good it’s absurd.
And even though I know what we just did is now on the short list of my biggest mistakes, I wiggle my ass against him and turn around to stare into his warm eyes.
“Quit calling me a fucking mouse,” I say, grinning viciously.
He laughs, delighted, before I straddle him again and kiss him nice and slow.
Chapter 10
Renzo
Saul ambushes me at work on Monday, but this time he doesn’t come alone. Our brother Carlo is with him, looking annoyed that he’s awake before eleven. I love my brothers, but Carlo can be a real pain in my ass—he’s always been a player and prefers the excesses of mafia life to real hard work.