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)
Her fingers slide in and out of her glistening pussy for several long minutes before the tension becomes too much.
My knees sink into the now cool water, and with my fingers clutching her thighs, I swipe my tongue over her clit before stuffing it between her thrusting fingers.
Two licks are all it takes to send her free-falling into ecstasy.
“Matteo…”
Her thighs hug my head as the most seductive fucking noises I’ve ever heard bounce around the bathroom. She moans on repeat as her body shudders through a brutal orgasm.
I taper the greed and pressure of my licks, but I don’t halt them altogether. That’s orgasm one of the hundred I’ll need to feel comfortable moving this anywhere close to penetrating her.
Azra’s eyes pop back open as I glide my thumb over her sensitive nub at the apex of her delicious-smelling pussy, and then I remove her fingers from her clenching cunt to suck them clean.
I clean up every bit of residue from her climax before attempting to coerce another one out of her. I blow a hot breath over her clit before I poke my tongue deep inside her.
She bucks against my mouth when I brace my thumb at her opening, and since her moans are more in pleasure than pain, I tongue her clit before slowly pushing my thumb inside.
A growl rumbles up my chest.
“So fucking tight.” I swivel my thumb while placing the perfect amount of pressure to her clit. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” she immediately answers, hands in my hair.
She pulls my mouth back to her pussy, shuddering when my chuckles rumble through her core. I adjust the tilt of her hips before switching my thumb for two fingers. It’s a snug fit, impossibly so, but with the new angle, I can massage her G-spot while my tongue toys with her clit.
“Oh…”
As I relentlessly circle her clit with my tongue, her hips gyrate. She’s more fucking my mouth than letting my fingers do all the work. She takes what she needs, and I’m here for every damn minute of it.
I’m so enamored by the idea of her riding my face that seconds after she finishes shaking through another climax, I toss her over my shoulder, ski out of the bathroom, then throw her onto the bed.
Chapter 40
Azra
My bounce on the mattress arrives with a giggle, and my tits clap, but I’m so lax after back-to-back orgasms it takes my woozy head a few minutes to register that Matteo isn’t hovering above or beside me.
He’s nowhere to be seen.
I pinch my thigh—hard.
Ouch!
“Are you sore?”
My eyes shoot to the side. He’s pulling down the sheets of a California king bed, naked head to toe. His skin glistens as much as mine, and his cock is erect and arching up to his navel.
“No.” I’m sore, but not in a way that is discomforting or dangerous. I honestly feel free. “I was just checking that I’m not dreaming.”
It occurs to me that I said my last statement out loud when Matteo says, “If you are, please suffocate me good. I don’t want to ever wake up.”
I’m confused by his statement until he slips under the sheets and angles his chin toward the ceiling. He wants me to ride his face. Don’t ask me how I know this. I just do.
When I hesitate, not as brave as I make out, Matteo says, “If you want this to stop, la mia tigrotta, say the word. It will immediately stop. But if you think you’ve got another orgasm—or ninety—in you, come sit on my face.”
“I don’t think I have ninety in me, but I wouldn’t say no to more.”
Matteo’s smug smirk… Are you sure I’m not dreaming?
“Then come on over and take a seat. I don’t bite.”
“Unless I want you to.”
I almost combust on the spot when his smirk turns into a genuine smile. “Unless you want me to.”
I crawl up the mattress, and my breasts scrape his erection on the way, causing a strange mewling noise to escape his throat. With his hands steadying my sways, he helps me flatten my knees on each side of his head. My legs almost pull out from beneath me when he extends his neck to drag his nose through the seam of my pussy.
“You smell so good, la mia tigrotta. I could get drunk on that scent.” His nostrils flare as lust blackens his gaze. “Now suffocate me with the pussy that ruined me.”
Stealing my chance to secure something to grab hold of, he pulls me down onto his mouth, groaning when his tongue rolls over my clit and then spears inside me.
“Ohh…” I moan, incapable of full sentences.
I’m meant to be doing all the work. That’s the idea of any cowgirl position, isn’t it? But with my legs replicating Jell-O and my needs too hungry for logical thoughts, I only groan and rock while Matteo’s mouth picks up the slack.