Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“I said I’m fine.”
“Then show me,” I repeat, undeterred.
Her nipples tighten in anticipation as she veers her eyes to the bedroom. “Should we go in there?”
“Here’s fine.”
The oils slicking my skin are softening decades-old calluses. They have to be more helpful to her than the endless number of orgasms I plan to give her before I ever enter her again.
“All right.” The head of my cock bobs above the water when she abruptly stands.
Fuck. Me. Her body is even more enticing from this angle.
Banging hips, fantastic tits, and a pussy a Viking could feast on for life and never starve.
“See? Still in one piece.”
“Hmm,” I murmur, not sold. She has a tight, compact pussy that she’s hiding with an unfavorable hip tilt. “I’m not yet convinced. Sit on the edge of the tub and balance your feet on the rim.”
I groan when she immediately follows my command. Can you imagine how cock-thickening it is to have a strong, independent woman submit to you? I’ve never been more turned on.
“Now spread wide for me. Let me see every inch of that gorgeous pussy.”
With her eyes locked on mine, Azra fans out her thighs, exposing her glistening pussy to my ravenous gaze. Her pants increase when I scoot to her half of the tub. Carefully, I part her with my fingers. As expected, her labia hides some raw redness. She isn’t exactly harboring life-threatening injuries, but there’s enough damage to keep my dick in my pants for at least a week—if not forever.
“No,” Azra whines when I move back to my half of the tub.
“There’s no way you ain’t sore.”
“I’m not. I told you I’m not.” When I arch a brow and glare at her, she switches tones. “It’s a little achy. But not enough to force me into a celibacy that will make it hurt just as much every time you touch me. Fuck, Matteo. I’d rather be a nun than wait months between contact.”
“I can’t hurt you, la mia tigrotta.”
“Then don’t,” she bites back, her voice just as loud. “Give me this. Trust me enough to know I’d tell you to stop if it became too much. Let me choose for myself.”
I’m lost on what flashes through her eyes as she finishes her sentence, but I stop trying to decipher it when she slides her hand between her legs. The quickest brush of her fingertips over her clit almost sets her off, and I moan with her.
“Azra…” There’s no heat to my warning.
“If you’re not going to touch me, I guess I’ll have to touch myself.”
As she coats her fingers with the residue of the wetness between her legs, she scrapes her teeth across her lower lip, marking them as well as I marked her pussy.
Her shoulder blades meet when she stuffs two fingers inside herself and circles her clit with her thumb.
The visual is so enticing that before I can tell myself to sit back and enjoy the show, I circle my hand around my shaft and give it a long, purposeful tug.
“Are you… Oh god, are you stroking your cock?”
“Keep going,” I instruct when she freezes, as mesmerized by my solo expedition as I am by hers. “Show me how bad you want this.” I flex my cock at the close of my sentence.
Water splashes over the rim of the tub, and the sheen on her fingertips can’t be mistaken for bath oil. She’s wet enough for the scent of her clenching cunt to fill the room, and for me to stroke my cock without remorse.
Pre-cum leaks from the tip like a tap when she cups her breast with her spare hand. As she finger-fucks herself, she rolls her nipple between her index finger and thumb.
“Let me see you,” Azra demands several pumps later.
Oily water slides down the ridges of my body when I stand so abruptly that I almost slip.
Azra doesn’t panic. She only laughs.
Her carefree, pain-free laughter steals the last of my negative thoughts. I ski down the oversized tub, stroking my cock with every slide of my feet over the slippery surface.
Within seconds, my cock’s head is an inch from Azra’s beautiful face, and the scent of her delicious cunt filters through the air.
My balls clench when she slides her thumb over the crest of my cock, gathering the sticky droplet at the end. I growl. Her eagerness to taste me could kill an immortal.
As Azra stuffs her thumb into her mouth to suck it clean, I jack myself off to the rhythm of her plunging fingers. Over time, the slickness coating her fingers increases as her race to climax intensifies.
“Tilt your hips forward. Let me watch you fuck yourself.”
Digging the pads of her feet into the bathtub’s rim, she arches her back.
I growl again. The visual… fuck.
“Are you close?”
“Yes,” she murmurs breathlessly, her eyelids fluttering closed. “So close.”