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)
“Tell me something about yourself.”
Valentina laughs, disarmed by my question. “Now? You want me to tell you something about myself now?”
With my hand fisted in her hair, arrowing her lips back toward my knob, I nod.
She licks the length of my erection and circles her lips over the crown before asking, “What do you want to know?”
“Everything.”
She rolls her eyes, but she continues sucking my dick. “That’s a tall order.”
“I have all night.” I grunt my last word. The feeling of my cock’s head brushing her tonsils is too intense for a casual reaction.
My body heats and my eyes struggle to remain open when she takes me to the back of her throat over and over before she submits to my silent bidding.
“All right. I was conceived in Sicily but was born in America.” Another suck, another confession. “I grew up on the outskirts of Los Angeles. My mom is Sicilian, and my father isn’t in the picture.”
When her chin quivers at the end of her reply, I thrust my hips upward, re-piercing my cock’s head between her pillowy lips. I’m distracting her. She knows this. But since she’s more grateful than annoyed for the distraction, she allows it.
It takes all my control not to shove my cock deep inside her mouth when she teasingly licks the tip, but I show restraint since her non-gagged mouth allows her to speak. “We moved back a few months ago on the promise of a better life. It hasn’t gone as planned.”
I listen intently while fighting not to blow my load. Her lips are fucking heaven, and it’s taking all my willpower not to come. “Why Carlisle?”
Her shrug is way too fucking cute for a woman devouring the monster dick her curves and beautiful face inspired. “The healthcare was supposed to be good here.”
All too familiar with how her story will end, I wince but can’t offer a single sympathy since she accepts me back into her mouth.
My cock flexes when her lips move to within two inches of the cropped hairs splayed across my pubic bone. No woman has ever come close to taking me so deeply before, and her eagerness takes everything off the table—except my urgency to come.
9
VALENTINA
“Valentina…” Giovanni groans when my fingertips skim the sensitive skin at the base of his manly yet maintained balls. “You need to slow down or I’ll drench your throat with my cum.”
My pussy becomes wetter at the thought of his salty, masculine taste swamping my tongue.
Wait, what? When have I ever been excited to swallow? Giving head is an awkward experience I usually avoid at all costs, and I’ve never volunteered for them to finish down my throat.
It must be Giovanni. He’s outrageously attractive and has the cock to back up his confidence. It’s addictive being craved so much you have a man willing to throw more than caution to the wind.
Or perhaps it’s the extra hormones running rampant through my body?
Some pamphlets warned about an increase in sexual desire due to heightened estrogen levels. I assumed I’d be one of the poor statistics that had a decrease in libido, since the only form of excitement I’ve had in the past twelve months was being flattened against an SUV by a dark and brooding stranger.
The reminder of how Giovanni saved me has me sucking his dick with even more eagerness. I drag my lips down the shaft until I trigger my gag reflex, and then I flatten my tongue against the vein feeding his magnificent manhood.
My cheeks burn from my envious sucks, but I refuse to give in. I’m dying to taste him. It’s as potent as my craving for his mouth to be reacquainted with my pussy, but I won’t stop until I’ve made things even.
When I get the perfect combination of speed and suction, Giovanni’s breaths quicken and his hands seek something to grip. One sinks into my hair, fisting it firm enough for the roots to sting, and the other grips the side of the sofa.
Knowing I have a man as confident and gorgeous as Giovanni at my mercy is thrilling. Excitement skates up my spine when the sturdiness of my sucks doubles the throbs of his cock. I draw him to the back of my throat while squeezing his balls with my spare hand.
His grunts are lyrical gold. Every one he releases turns me on more. Even if I don’t come, I won’t leave his penthouse unsatisfied. That’s how enthralling his moans are. I’m on the cusp of climax, and I’m seemingly not the only one aware of that.
Before I can protest, Giovanni plucks me off his cock, lays me over the expensive rug cushioning my knees only seconds ago, and then buries his head between my legs.
“Hmm… I smell so good in you.”
“Fuck… No, I…” Entire sentences are above me, and so is Giovanni. He eats me with a starvation that will never wane. A hungry, impulsive feast that doesn’t solely remove the reins from my hands but also shreds them to pieces.