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 kiss him until my lips are swollen and red as if I’m wearing lipstick.
Then I kiss him some more.
Lust bubbles in my blood when his hot breath ghosts over my ear. “How wet are you? Do you think you can take me now?”
I nod without thought before tilting my head so he can shower my neck with sloppy kisses. He licks, sucks, and marks me with his mouth before he drags his tongue along the column of my neck.
“Prove it. Wrap your legs around my waist and make a mess on the front of my pants.”
With one hand on my ass, he hoists me up his body. Shudders tremor along my spine when the head of his fat cock rubs at the opening of my pussy.
Giovanni doesn’t waste a moment before showing me he is a god both in and out of his clothes. Again and again, he rubs his erection along the lines of my pussy, and his swollen head finds my clit with every perfect grind.
Seconds later, I bury my face in his neck when tingles blister through me without warning. They coat my skin with goose bumps and make me breathless.
I’m still striving to recover when Giovanni steps us back until my ass lands on the dining room table. Although my thigh muscles tense when he stands between them, my morals won’t stoop this low.
I attempt to veer him away from the table my aunt and now my mom eat at every night, but his firm hold on my hip pins me in place.
“We… can’t… do… that… here…” Big breaths separate my words. Giovanni is only toying with my breasts while peppering my skin with tiny, purposeful kisses, but the sparks his attention creates could be devastating during a drought. “My… aunt… eats… here.”
He nods slowly, as if he understands, but instead of plucking me off the wobbly wooden legs, he pushes on my shoulder until my back flattens on the tabletop.
“Giovanni…” I swallow to lessen the husky delivery of my words before trying again. “My mom eats here.”
His voice is like liquid ecstasy, and it sears straight through me. “And now I’m going to eat here, too.”
In one quick maneuver, he tugs off my panties, stuffs them into his pocket, and then suspends his mouth above my clit. I buck against him when he sucks the nervy bud into his mouth. I’d like to pretend I’m rearing up because I don’t want to desecrate my aunt’s furniture with my arousal, but that would be a lie. I’m endeavoring to stave off an orgasm that’s so ferocious I can feel its spasms in my toes.
“Gio…”
I moan louder when two blunt fingers pierce the entrance of my pussy. He pushes them in tortuously slow, curling my toes and forcing me to mark my lower lip with my teeth. His fingers are so thick that even after being taken by him a handful of times, it’s a stretch to accommodate them inside me.
The combination of his fingers and mouth instigates an immediate detonation. I come with a roar as fireworks shoot in the sky.
Giovanni’s greedy licks vanish my concerns about my aunt’s table. He laps up every drop of my climax before he shifts his focus back to my clit as if he craves more of my taste.
My fingers rake his scalp as his name falls from my lips over and over again. I can’t stop coming. Orgasms roll through my body on repeat, each one more blinding than the last.
Whoever taught this man how to eat pussy was a genius, and I can’t even be jealous. He’s a god, and he’s using all his best skills on me, so you won’t get a single complaint from me. Yet.
Giovanni licks, tongues, and sucks at my clit and pussy until I can’t take it anymore. I need him inside me. Now!
When I say that to Giovanni, his teeth close around my clit, and he tugs it gently before he stealthily rises to his feet.
We were too impatient to undress again. I don’t mind. His stained-at-the-crotch pants, sweat-dotted face, and seductively undone-at-the-third-button dress shirt are a good look for him. He looks like sin and seduction rolled into one delicious package.
He’s so outrageously handsome that he makes me forget my own name. His jaw is sharp and dusted with stubble that looks both effortless and intentional. His hair is dark and thick and always tousled from him running his hand through it multiple times a day, and his stacked abs are a testament to his discipline and strength.
Like I could get any more captivated, his insides are as compelling as his outer appearance.
They announce that he’s dangerous in every sense of the word, and that he has both the muscle and the smarts to trap a hunter in his own trap.