Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
I don’t speak. I can’t. The strokes of his tongue are too powerful, and I won’t mention the perfect pressure of his thumb as he circles it over my clit or I’ll make a fool of myself.
A shudder rolls over my body when he bites my bottom lip before he drags his nose down the throb in my throat. Tingles pulsate through my pussy when his lips graze the shell of my ear. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
“It isn’t a cat,” I murmur on a moan, my voice trembling with unbridled horniness.
He laughs, and its husky vibrations strip me of all sense of normality.
I want him now more than I want anything, and I can’t wait a second longer.
Giovanni’s growl rings in my ears when I impatiently tug on his belt. I need to move this exchange forward now before I remember my prior concerns.
My impatience isn’t exclusive. Giovanni watches me with untamed lust for barely a second before the urge for skin-on-skin friction sees my back climbing the brickwork, and my legs wrapping around his waist.
“I promised myself I wouldn’t claim your pussy until its juices were dripping off my chin,” he says between long, hungry kisses. “But you’ve got me breaking all my promises tonight.” My clit throbs with desire as he finishes unfastening his belt. Then the hiss of a zipper overtakes the strumming of my pulse in my ears. “So that feast will have to wait until we’re at my penthouse.”
I’ve been dying to find a guy to go down on me and know what he’s doing, but when Giovanni frees his cock from his trousers, nothing but panic fills my head. He’s huge. The girth and length of a Pringles can may be a slight exaggeration, but if he wants to do that trick where he stuffs his penis inside before offering his partner a chip, he might want to lube up first. It will be a snug fit.
“Ah… I’m not sure I have what it takes to accept that without preparation.” My eyes bug more the longer I drink him in. His penis is sexy. It’s cut and glistening with pre-cum, and an envious number of veins will give it a ribbed feel. I still don’t think I can take it, though.
“I guess you’re right.” Giovanni’s rough tone coerces my eyes back to his face.
I assume his agreeance will correspond with my feet returning to the ground, so you can picture my shock when he hoists me higher up the wall. The roughness of the brickwork scratches my back, but it isn’t painful. It’s the same delicious scratching sensation that the stubble on his chin causes when he mushes his face with my pussy.
He wastes no time finding my clit and teasing it with urgent, hungry strokes. I shake all over and thrash my head side to side as I attempt to stave off my climax.
He circles my clit with his tongue before slowly biting down. I yelp, but it’s all a lie. The sensation roaring through me is impossible to ignore. It races heat to my cheeks and skyrockets my pulse.
While Giovanni devours me, the restaurant’s noises vanish, and I focus solely on the imminent tsunami about to engulf me.
“Oh… sweet Lord,” I moan when he strikes my clit with rapid-fire hits.
He takes me to the brink, soaring my body temperature higher than the sunbaked Sicilian countryside.
When he slips his tongue deep inside me, his nose grazes my clit, and I’m done. Grinding down hard on his mouth, I ride the furious storm with everything I have.
Giovanni’s approving growl intensifies my orgasm. It stretches for several long minutes and utterly drains me. By the time he presses his erection against my entrance, I am too weak and tired to speak.
I don’t get the chance to admire how much thicker his cock is after he went down on me. In one ardent thrust, he buries himself to the hilt. Tears burn my eyes as pain blurs with pleasure. It’s euphoric being so filled, but I’d rather it seem less like I was losing my virginity all over again.
“Work with me, dolcezza. You’ve got to open up for me so I can fuck you how you deserve to be fucked.”
Two fingers slip between my legs to toy with my clit as he slowly withdraws. I swivel my hips, opening myself to him more, before silently whining about how hollow I feel.
My gripe doesn’t last long. Giovanni slams back in before his tip can relish the salty breeze wafting in from the coast.
Pleasure spasms through me as he drives into me as if he is a savage animal in heat, rubbing my clit with the same uncivilized savagery.
As sparks of a new climax form low in my core, he pulls me away from the brickwork so the scratchiness won’t interfere with the brutal pounding he’s giving me. He fucks like an animal, and I sing his praises as if dozens of patrons enjoying overpriced pasta and wine aren’t mere feet from us.