Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“You’re beautiful,” he tells me. “So pretty.” His fingers skim my dark curls over and over like he relishes their softness. He slides his rough hands up the outside of my thighs to my hips, digging his thumbs into the place where my body meets my legs, pulling me open just enough to see inside my labia, where I’m pink and wet. Like last time, he doesn’t rush, he just rests his mouth against me and breathes until I’m writhing and panting, desperate for more friction.
“Please,” I beg, as he kisses my clit, over and over, so gently it makes the hairs rise on the back of my neck.
“I’m not going to rush this,” he says. “I want to take my time… remember every moment.”
“Taste me,” I whisper. “Make me feel good.”
He lets the tip of his tongue circle my clit and I almost levitate. He laps lower, nudging inside a place that only Luca’s finger has identified. “Fuck, Aemelia. Fuck. Yes.” My sex clenches and he groans, maybe thinking about how tight it will be, wondering if I’ll want to go that far.
My need to be filled is a new and thrilling one, the idea of my body opening to accept him is a craving I don’t understand. How is it possible to frantically want something you’ve never had?
I let my legs drop open wider, and his hands reach beneath me, tipping my hips like I’m a bowl to drink from, lapping and lapping at me like I’m nectar. I shudder, reaching for his hair, short and soft beneath my palms. Please, I think, but I don’t beg him. I don’t even know what to say. Fuck me. Break me. Take what no one else deserves to take. Mark me the way you marked that woman fifteen years ago. Make me a woman, too.
His finger trails over my clit, gently parting my labia until he’s there, resting against my entrance. “That’s it. Just relax, sweet girl. Relax.” My pussy flutters with awareness and his breathing turns even more ragged. His eyes meet mine, checking that I’m still with him. I flush hot with understanding. Then he eases inside me.
The stretch makes me arch my back and gasp. “Yes.”
Even just his finger feels huge as it twists, making me groan. He withdraws dragging against something just inside me that makes him shudder. My hymen, maybe. That disgusting doctor supposedly could tell I’m still a virgin and thinking about him with his hand up my skirt, nodding, fills me with disgust.
But Antonio's touch has a very different effect.
“Aemelia,” he whispers.
“I want it,” I say. “I want you.”
I rise to reach for his belt, unfastening it with shaky hands. He watches as I drag down his zipper and part the fabric, revealing the thick length of him beneath tight black boxer briefs. I let my knuckles trail over the heat, surprise making me gasp when it moves beneath my fingers. He’s only patient for a few seconds before he shoves off the last of his clothes until he's totally naked and I’m flushing at the sight. I didn’t know a man could be so beautiful.
My heart rolls over and thuds erratically, as my mouth goes dry at his perfection. I’ve never seen a man’s naked body before, but I know enough to see how potently masculine Antonio is. His cock is thick and long, jutting out between powerful thighs, and the muscles across his hips angle into a sharp V. Higher, his body is packed with muscle which ripples beneath his olive skin. Tattoos mark him and beneath the scars this life has inflicted carve out their story.
He’s devastatingly handsome. And terrifying, too.
This is a man who’s been fucking since before I was born. A man with more experience than I could ever possess, and I’m innocent. He fists his cock, pumping it up and down, rolling the skin tight against the head. His hungry expression softens as he notices me watching him with fear-wide eyes.
“Is it too much?” he asks. “Am I—"
“No,” I say. “I mean, I don’t know.”
“It will fit, kitten. Don't worry. I’ll go slow if you still want—”
“I do.”
He smiles and reaches for his wallet which he pulls from his discarded pants, retrieving a foil packet. “This will make it easier, smoother.” With one animalistic motion, he tears that packet with his teeth and rolls the condom over his dick with practiced ease.
I touch his chest and abs, letting my fingers play as his body shifts in response. He takes my hand and brings my wrist to his lips, kissing it softly. Then he lowers his body over mine, fitting our hips together, kissing my mouth with long, languid strokes of his tongue. I’m lightheaded and blissed out, so when the blunt, wide head of his cock nestles against me, I’m relaxed, and when he shifts his hips, pushing in just a little, I open my mouth and sigh.