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)
My thumb and tongue work in sync to drive her to the brink while my fingers pump in and out of her in a steady, controlled rhythm.
Her lusty eyes never leave mine when she crumples under my touch only minutes later.
I love the way her eyes spark with adoration and her skin mists with sweat as she shakes through a brutal climax. I could come just from the way my name tumbles from her pouty, kiss-bruised lips, but it still isn’t enough.
I can’t get enough.
I’m hungry for her taste. Her smell.
Starved of anything to do with her.
I crave her more than my lungs crave air, and I eat her exactly like that.
“Vanni… Fuck.”
Valentina pushes on my shoulders as if she’s endeavoring to get away from me when her world shatters for the second time this morning.
Her silent request for clemency is a lie.
If she truly wanted me to slow down, she wouldn’t have called me Vanni.
Over the next several minutes, while watching her through lowered lids, I finger-fuck her, grip her curves, and devour her with greedy, hungry kisses.
Goose bumps follow the trail of my lips when I touch every inch of her body. I leave no stone unturned, not only loving her curves but worshipping them as well.
I work another climax out of her before the honesty in her tone can’t be dismissed. “Giovanni… please. I’m too sensitive. I can’t take much more.”
As frustration gnaws at me that I still haven’t learned how to deny this woman, I adjust the tilt of her hips before nuzzling the delicate flesh between her shuddering thighs.
I have no qualms answering her every whim. I simply loathe how needy her taste makes me.
If her responsibilities weren’t ringing in my ears as obviously as her moans, my head would never leave the apex of her thighs.
After backhanding her clit, doubling the scent filtering in my nose, I drag my nose down the seam of her pussy for the final time this morning.
Valentina’s thighs hug my ears when I say with a growl, “I smell good in you.”
She doesn’t glower like she did the first time I said that.
Her head bobs before desire sparks through her hooded gaze.
She shivers when I run my hands up her sweat-slicked back, and then I lift her until she straddles my lap. When she grinds down on my cock, I fist her hair at the nape and tilt her head back, forcing her eyes to mine.
The hunger in them grows the longer I stare.
With her hips at the right incline, I guide the crown of my cock to the opening of her pussy, giving her clit a handful of playful swipes in the process.
Once her juices coat my head, I grip the base of my shaft, then pull her down on me by her hair.
“Ohh…” Valentina moans.
Her tight, wet pussy feels so good I forcefully still her hips, seconds from exploding. I’m young—and fucking obsessed—so I’m sure I can go another round, but I like to relish each rush, suck of her pussy, and frantic quiver our exchanges inspire.
I wait until I have a morsel of control before using my grip on her hip and hair to slowly guide her up and down my cock.
Valentina’s strangled moan when I freeze again makes me smile. She’s flushed with heat and sweating head to toe but clawing at me as if her addiction is as rampant as mine.
“Please, Vanni…”
I love when she begs, so instead of succumbing to her pleas, I tease her a little.
I ask her how she wants to be fucked.
“Fast and dirty like we do every time we leave your mother’s hospital room? Or slow and sultry like the words you’re too afraid to speak?” I pump in a handful more times, bringing the lust in her eyes to the point of exploding. “Tell me what you want, dolcezza, and I’ll give it to you.”
I’ve never been like this before. So open and raw. Previously, I never bothered to ask my bed companions what they desired. I didn’t care.
It isn’t like that with Valentina.
Everything is different. Better.
“Fast and dirty,” she eventually murmurs, gasping.
Her fingers seek something to clutch when I reply, “As you wish.”
We moan in sync when I take all the control, regardless of my seated position. I pull her on and off my cock while stalking every expression that crosses her face. She’s so beautiful like this. So fucking gorgeous. A Sicilian goddess sent to bring me to my knees.
Her hissed “Yesss” rewards her with an increase in tempo.
I thrust in and out until the sound of skin slapping skin booms around my room, and it nearly drowns out Valentina’s breathy moans. She’s speechless from the brutal fucking I’m giving her, and too in awe to speak.
I don’t stop, though. I can’t. I continue to work for every moan, shiver, and whispered quiver of my name. I want her to feel where I’ve been today any time she moves, and for the faint thud it causes to have her clawing at my belt the second we’re alone.