Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Dante blinks when I weave my arms through his, then curl them around his waist. With my ear pressed to his chest, I offer him silent comfort. His heart gains an extra thump when he draws me in until I’m steeped in his masculine scent. Our heights differ so much that the buttons on his dress shirt dig into my cheek when I switch from my right ear to my left, eager to capture his smell on both sides of my face, and my hair gets caught in his beard when he rests his chin on top of my head.
As his fingers count the bumps in my spine, I grow tipsy on a scent I’ll never forget. It’s familiar and comforting.
It feels like home.
Snapping my eyes shut, I strive to block out the onslaught of emotions I’ve only felt with one other man before. It is useless. I’ve already trampled over multiple lines I swore I’d never cross with this man, so I’m not surprised when my hand slips beneath his crisp business shirt seconds after releasing it from the waistband of his trousers.
Dante’s muscles twitch when I run my fingers over the twin indentations in his lower back. Every minute flutter quickens his heart rate. It’s the simplest of touches but detrimental to my sanity.
I shift, needing to lessen the pressure between my legs. The tortured groan that rips from Dante’s lips when my erect nipples graze his chest smudges the lines even more. I’m desperate for skin-to-skin contact and apparently willing to get on my knees to make it happen.
Dante swallows hard when I back away, then try to lower myself onto my knees. I say try because before I can, Dante pulls me back toward him and crushes our mouths together.
With one hand on my ass and the other tangled in my hair, he lifts me until my legs curl around his waist and I’m grinding down on his rapidly thickening shaft. The way he lifts me so easily is a huge turn-on, but it’s nothing compared to the tingles that race through my body from his heart-stuttering kiss.
I’ve never been kissed like this.
Anyone would swear his entire existence depends on this kiss.
While lashing his tongue against mine, Dante moves us through his apartment. I assume he’ll take us to one of the many bedrooms on the far side of our shared abode, so you can comprehend my shock when he walks us toward the mattress he plucked me from twenty minutes ago.
Through kisses and moans inappropriate for someone who’s meant to be keeping their distance, Dante pulls my shirt over my head, unlatches my bra, then disposes them both halfway across my cramped apartment.
I work as quickly and efficiently to strip him as bare as his attention always makes me feel. I fiddle with the pearl buttons of his dress shirt without removing my lips from his mouth.
Once his fantastic pecs and ripped abs are exposed, I shift my focus to his belt. As one hand tugs on the buckle, the other strokes him through his pants.
Somehow, he gets even harder.
He’s impossibly large, and more than my mouth waters when his erection springs free from his boxers.
I’m drenched front to back.
With a growl, he slaps away my hand before it can circle his fat cock, and then he tosses me onto the bed.
“I’m not done kissing you yet, angelo.”
Cupping my butt, he drags me to the edge of the mattress before shifting his torturously delicious kiss from my mouth to my pussy.
He doesn’t waste time with unnecessary formalities. He spreads me wide with his shoulders, stuffs his hands under my ass, then sucks my clit into his mouth. My scream ripples in the evening air when he pierces his tongue deep inside me, followed by a long, leisured lick, triggering an immediate orgasm.
“Oh god…”
I’ve never unraveled so easily before, and its speed doesn’t diminish its potency in the slightest. My climax rushes through my body, making me a critic of delayed gratification after only one taste.
Patiently and gently, Dante brings me back from the high. As his tongue finds my clit, one of his hands moves from my ass to my drenched slit. My eyes roll skyward when he stuffs two fingers inside me while he strikes my clit with back-to-back licks.
The combination of his tongue and fingers is overwhelming. It’s so erotic that before I can make our exchange anywhere near even, another orgasm shakes my limbs.
I gasp and moan as goose bumps trek over every inch of my skin.
Yet Dante still doesn’t relent.
He keeps eating me until I feel used in the most delicious way possible. My body sings in harmony by the time Dante climbs up my spent body and curls my legs around his sticky waist.
He’s naked, and his dick is sheathed with a condom that has to be labeled extra-large. He’s long, veiny, and thick. Even though our last exchange was only hours ago, I can’t wait to feel every inch of him again.