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 stroke my cock faster.
It feels good, though it has nothing on how it felt when Valentina wrapped her lips around the crown and sucked down, or the way her pussy pulsated both in pain and euphoria when I pushed in a little impatiently.
Sweat breaks across my forehead as I recall the sucks of her pussy when I rode her bare. They’re similar to the greedy sucks of her mouth when she gave me the best blow job of my life.
My skin is on fire now, and my lungs saw in and out, desperate for air. I stroke my cock cruelly while flaring my nostrils, hopeful to catch a portion of Valentina’s seductive scent in the air.
I need only the quickest whiff and this show will be over before it’s truly started.
When I flatten my hand to the tiles above my head, needing something to stabilize my sways, my cock rages. I can smell Valentina’s arousal on my hand. It’s sweet and a little musky, a perfectly enticing palette for an obsessed man.
After lifting my hand to my nose, I work my cock faster. I pump it in and out of my fist on repeat, squeezing the base with every stroke.
My release builds when I picture Valentina on her knees and peering up at me as I stuff my cock deep inside her mouth.
Dipping my knees, I rock my hips back and forth. My grunts are unlike anything I’ve ever heard when the tension bundled in my balls spills over my fist.
My cock jerks as streams of cum erupt from the crown. It coats the tiled wall in front of me and drips off my engorged knob.
My release is rapid and powerful but unsatisfying.
It isn’t enough.
Confident I know why, I rinse my cum down the drain, step out of the shower, and then sling a towel around my waist. When I return to the bedroom, my eyes lock on my target with military precision. Then a knock sounds at the door.
I grit my teeth before cursing karma to hell. It knew my intentions were bad and stepped in before I could make a mistake.
Considering the hour, I expect trouble, so I dress in a pair of jeans and a shirt before answering the door. Dante is on the other side, dangling Valentina’s backpack off his index finger. Somehow, he looks older than he did this morning.
Still pissed he trusted the word of a woman like Valeria over my intuition, which has contributed greatly to our family’s mammoth wealth, I snatch Valentina’s bag out of his grasp.
While baring teeth, I attempt to slam the door in his face. Dante shoves his foot in the way, foiling my wordless request for him to fuck off.
I almost tell him with my fists until he confesses, “I shouldn’t have taken what happened to me out on anyone else.” He lifts his head, but his eyes don’t quite meet mine. “I let Valeria twist things, and I doubted you. Both of you.”
When he attempts to peer past my shoulder, I block his view with my body.
He doesn’t get to apologize to Valentina until I say so.
“Sorry doesn’t fix anything. It doesn’t undo the way you looked at her in the orchard and how you treated her as if she were lesser than you.”
He looks me in the eye, his gaze steady for once. “No, it doesn’t. But I’m trying, Vanni. That has to count for something.” I scoff, but he acts as if I didn’t react at all. “I know what it’s like to have your life turned upside down by a lie—”
“Then you should have known better than anyone not to jump to conclusions.” Especially when those conclusions have you so concerned you interrupt the best sex I’ve ever had.
Dante nods without hesitation as remorse sparks in his lowered gaze. “I know. You’re right. I’ll talk to the others and set the record straight.”
As I return his stare, I look for signs of the man who once had my back no matter what. He’s there. He’s just swamped with too many secrets to fully break free. The past couple of months have been hard on him, and I’ve not been as supportive as I should have been the past six weeks, because I’ve had other matters on my mind.
By matters, I mean locating Valentina.
The remembrance sees me offering rare leniency. “See that you do.”
I curse under my breath when those four simple words have him believing he’s off the hook. With a grin I’ve not seen him wear in weeks, he steps into my room, wraps his arms around my shoulders, and draws me into his chest as if I’m his younger brother.
“Get the fuck off me,” I growl into his ear when he takes a long sniff of my hair.
I smell like cum, and normally I wouldn’t care, but because Valentina’s juices are part of the scent, I do today.