Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
He turns me, his hands coming down to grip my waist, and kisses me. I'm caught off guard, but his touch makes me moan, my mouth opening under his. Sandro is everywhere, his hands roaming up and down my body, his tongue claiming mine, our teeth clicking together from the force of the kiss.
"You're mine, Emilia. My girl. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good," he growls, biting my bottom lip. "Now get naked for me, and show me what's mine."
The words make my blood run hot. I reach down, finding the hem of my dress and tugging it up, but Sandro stops me. "Slowly."
I nod, moving more slowly. The material slides up, inch by inch, and his eyes are glued to my legs. When the dress is bunched up at my hips, I slide it the rest of the way off, pulling it over my head and leaving me in only a bra and panties.
"Jesus, Emilia."
I'm emboldened by his reaction, and I reach around, unhooking the bra and tossing it aside. Sandro watches my every move, and his eyes lock onto my nipples as they harden, my breasts jiggling slightly with my movements.
"Keep going."
I push my panties down, kicking them aside. He watches me like a lion watches a gazelle, and I can see the bulge pressing against his slacks. Sandro wants me, and the realization makes me wet.
"Lie back."
He points at the desk, and I hop up, lying back on the cool wood. His hand comes between my thighs, his palm grinding into my pussy, and I moan, arching up. "Oh, fuck, Daddy."
His fingers tease me, sliding through the moisture, and then they're gone. "Open your mouth, Emmy."
I obey, and a second later, two wet fingers slide over my tongue.
"Suck."
I suck, tasting myself on him, and I can feel my arousal soaking the wood underneath me.
"Fuck, baby. I can't wait. I need to fuck you, Emilia."
"Yes, Daddy, please." Thoughts of my virginity, how fast everything is going, and how crazy of an idea this is are long gone. All I can think about is Sandro, Sandro, Sandro.
He tears at his belt, yanking his pants down, and a second later, he holds his cock in his hand. Oh my God. He's enormous. I feel a flutter of fear in my belly looking at his manhood, long and thick, as he pumps his fist. How in the world will that ever fit inside of me?
He must be able to see the concern on my face, "Don't worry, Emilia. I'll take care of you."
"Okay, Daddy."
He stands at the edge of the desk, holding his cock steady. I watch as he moves his hips forward, the blunt head of his cock sliding through the moisture dripping from my pussy.
"Oh, God."
"That's right, Emilia. You're so wet for me, baby."
He eases into me, the head parting my folds, and I whimper. He’s making me feel so full, impossibly so. I'm stretched, but Sandro takes his time, rocking into me a little at a time, hands holding my hips hard. He grits his teeth, the muscle in his jaw ticking, but he keeps pushing forward.
"Fuck, you're so tight."
It feels like I'm being split open, and tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but no part of me wants him to stop. I want all of Sandro, anything he’ll give me.
"Look at me, baby."
I meet his gaze, and there is concern in his eyes beneath the haze of arousal. "You okay?"
"Y-yeah, I'm okay."
"Take a deep breath. Try to relax. Daddy's going to take care of you."
I nod, closing my eyes. His cock slides further, and the pain starts to recede, leaving nothing but fullness. A few seconds later, he's buried to the hilt, and my eyes fly open.
"Oh God. Oh God, Daddy,”
Sandro leans over me, bracing himself on his hands. He kisses me, his tongue pushing into my mouth, mimicking his cock between my legs, and then he moves. He's fucking me, the motion making his hips roll, and soon enough, my body is lighting up with pleasure. I can't help it, and the cries escape my lips as he moves, stroking over my G-spot with each piston of his hips.
"Yes, baby, let me hear how good it feels."
"So good, Daddy."
His pace picks up, his thrusts speeding up. Sandro is fucking me with abandon, his cock filling me over and over. He grabs one of my legs, hitching it over his shoulder, and the new angle has his cock sliding deeper.
When he starts to stroke my clit with the pad of his thumb, the threads holding me together start to fray. The muscles in my stomach tighten, and I feel my orgasm building, building…
"I'm gonna come, Daddy, please—"
"Come, tesoro. Come all over my cock."
The orgasm crashes into me, the never-ending movements of his cock deep in my pussy driving it on and on. My back arches, and I scream his name, my vision blurring. Sandro slams into me, and a second later, he swears, his cock pulsing as he slams into me one last time before a wave of wet warmth fills me.