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)
“Take off your dress and bra,” he says, “then climb onto me. Sit on my face.”
His words are like a spell, and before I can even question his instructions, I’m carrying them out. When I face him, he pats my hip and then hauls me around like I weigh nothing, dropping me over his face and pushing against my spine so my mouth lines up with his cock. I flush hot, realizing the view he must have of my spread cunt, then the tip of his tongue taps the straining point of my clit, and I forget the world.
“Suck me,” he tells me, his voice dark and sharp. “Take me into your throat.”
And when I do, when I get that first taste of him, musky, warm, and a little tart, he pushes his fingers inside me and twists.
Fuck. I flounder, my bobbing movements faltering, then restarting like he reset my body and brain in one motion. I’m full. Impossibly full, but then he draws out and shoves back in again, harder and deeper, and this must be what full feels like. Three thick fingers. Pleasure and pain bloom. The soreness left over from Antonio becomes an ache of want.
“Deeper,” he tells me, thrusting his hips until the head of his cock enters my throat, and I gag, tears leaking from my eyes. His taste intensifies, and I gulp, making him hiss and groan.
“I think you can take more,” he says, pulling out and pushing back in. Wet noises fill the room as he pumps most of his hand in and out, and I flush hot. Four fingers, and I’m stretched beyond what I thought was possible. “Fuck, that’s it. You’re perfect.”
Perfect.
His perfect little captive.
And he’s my perfect mafia prince.
I pull away from him, lighting fast, until I’m straddling his hips, facing him. I slide my pussy along the underside of his cock, arching my spine. I’m so wet that I leave a trail of slickness over him, and he watches, his smile lingering at one corner of his mouth.
“You want to ride the bull?” he asks.
“I want to look at you,” I say.
“Did you do this with Antonio?” He tips his head and strokes my knee, reassuring me that his question isn’t rooted in jealousy but curiosity.
I shake my head.
“Okay.” He taps the bed, finding a condom he tossed from his pocket. Tearing it with his teeth, he sheaths himself with practiced ease. He grips my waist with both hands, almost fully spanning. “Climb on.”
I wrap my hand around the base of him, my fingers not meeting, in awe of what I’m expecting my body to be able to take. When he’s notched at my entrance, taking him inside me seems like an impossible feat. “I can’t,” I whisper, staring at the way my soft pink pussy looks against his rigid length.
“You can.” His hands grip tighter, and his hips rise, and suddenly, he breaches my clenched muscles just an inch. He grits his teeth, sweat beginning to bead at his hairline. “Jesus. You’re so fucking tight.”
“I don’t think the Lord cares,” I say, and his eyes meet mine, flashing with dark humor.
“I could call out for Lucifer. Would you like it better?”
I shake my head, tensing my thighs to push down. He grunts as I rise again, pushing down even harder. I’ve got him halfway in, and I feel like a puppet on a man's fist.
“That’s it.” He stretches his arms above his head, gripping the comforter in his huge hands. “That’s it. You fucking take control. Work me inside.”
With all of the control now in my hands, I rest my palms on his taut abs and roll my hips, spreading my body's wetness higher and higher inside me with every thrust.
The deeper he penetrates me, the fuller I feel until it seems like there’s nowhere else to go. I slide my hands up his sides, in awe at the way his body expands from a narrow waist to a broad chest. Beneath his tattoo, my palm catches a rough stretch of skin, a scar, I realize, covered by the black ink. A gunshot? A knife wound. Whatever it was, it could have hit vital organs. My heart clenches at what he’s faced and how it must have affected him.
He flips me onto my back, looming over me with hungry, desperate eyes. Palming my breast, he pinches the nipple as he thrusts deep, over and over, until he’s fully seated, and my eyes are leaking tears. Shouldn’t there be a training wheel’s dick size for an inexperienced woman like me? Men who are this well-endowed should be reserved for the women who've had practice or huge babies.
“Hey.” Alexis ducks his head to press kisses to the corners of my eyes, licking up my tears. He rests against me, unmoving, letting my body adjust to the invasion. His lips ghost over mine, then move with more determination until his tongue is in my mouth, stroking and stroking, swamping my senses so much that I don’t even notice he’s started moving his hips.