Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
How could I say no to her?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Stephanie
I never imagined I would be someone panting and begging for sex in a public place with a man I barely knew.
I couldn’t even blame the champagne because I hadn’t had that much to drink—just enough to feel a little warm and less stressed about reaching out to potential donors.
It was just… him.
I’d been fantasizing about this since I’d met Venezio.
Was it a bad idea?
Probably.
But I didn’t care.
Not when I was straddling him. Not when I could feel his hard length pressed against me. Not when his hungry eyes were looking at me with an intensity that made my heart swoop.
I could see the moment he decided to act on my demand. His brows drew lower, his lids got heavier, and a muscle ticked in his jaw.
Then his hand was on the back of my neck, roughly pulling me in, making our lips crash together in a rough, almost brutal kiss.
The lack of control sent goosebumps across my skin as my hips dropped down instinctively, the center of me pressed hard against the tip of his cock.
Venezio was all tongue and teeth and lips as his hands slid under my skirt to sink into my ass, using it to rock me against him over and over.
When I moaned against his lips, his fingers tightened on my neck, using it to drag me back.
His eyes were molten on mine as he rocked his hips upward, dragging a deep groan out of me.
His hands moved then, gathering my skirt, then pulling it up, up, until I had no choice but to raise my arms so he could free the material.
I shivered at the sudden chill as he draped the dress over the arm of the couch before his hands were on me again. They sank into the flesh over my hips as he sucked in a breath so deep his chest shook.
Only after did his hands glide up my sides, over my ribs, his touch creating little sparks of need that had my belly flipping and my sex tightening. They moved inward, working the clasps of my strapless bra free, then dropping it down on the cushion beside him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, head shaking as his gaze lowered, taking me in.
Then his hands were moving up my sides again before closing over my breasts.
My head fell back with a whimper as my hips rocked against him again.
I was all sensation then as Venezio’s fingers traced, rolled, and twisted.
Then, when I was sure I couldn’t take it another second, he leaned forward and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.
I gasped as my vision went white for a second.
I arched backward, pushing my chest outward toward him, silently begging for more as my hand went to the back of his neck, holding him against me as his lips sucked, as his tongue traced, as his teeth grazed.
Then his head shifted, teasing my other nipple until my fingers were digging into the back of his head.
He moved between, pressing a sweet kiss to my skin before sitting back.
My own hands grew bold then. Desperate to feel his skin against mine, I worked the knot of his tie free before tossing it on the cushion. Next went his jacket. Then I worked the buttons of his shirt downward and pushed the material free.
A soft whimper escaped me at the sight of him. The subtle indents of muscle, the mosaic of his tattoos, the pink and white slashes of healed scars—more of them than seemed normal.
My fingertip moved out, tracing over the largest of them. Beneath my touch, his abdominal muscles twitched, tensed, shook. Emboldened by that reaction, I traced another scar, then another.
Beneath me, his hips involuntarily bucked upward as his fingertips dug into my thighs.
I teased a fingertip down the center line of his stomach. Venezio swallowed hard, his gaze molten as I found the waistband of his pants, tracing it for a second before working his belt clasps loose and then turning my focus to his button and zipper.
Finished with that, I reached inside, closing my hand around his thick length, loving the way Venezio’s whole body jolted and his breath hissed out from between his lips.
I stroked him up and down. Once. Twice. Three times.
My thumb teased across the head, and the movement had his hips jerking up into my hand.
“Do you…” I said, my hungry gaze sliding to his.
Please, please, please have what we need to do this, I silently begged as the pressure in my core became acute, painful.
Venezio gave me the tiniest of nods as he shifted slightly to snag his wallet, searching blindly in it, then coming out with the foil.
A relieved whimper escaped me, the sound making Venezio’s eyes warm and his lips twitch.
He pushed my hand away, then quickly protected us before fisting his cock with one hand, and reaching for my hip with the other. He pulled me down, but just slightly.