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)
“Always so greedy.”
She shoves my head back between her legs, and I chuckled against her drenched slit.
“Shut up and kiss me, Ruso.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I tongue her clit, then suck it into my mouth, triggering an intense orgasm. Her whole body trembles as her shoulder blades meet. She tastes amazing, and her screams are just as delicious.
While keeping her clit firm with soft, gentle licks, I slow the thrusts of my fingers. We’re not done yet—not even close. I am merely giving her a minute to catch her breath before I utterly drain her lungs of oxygen.
Within seconds, Azra rolls her hips upward as her hand returns to my hair. Heat creeps up her thighs as the scent I’m wholly obsessed with filters into my nose.
How the fuck I ever thought sampling the same pussy would be a punishment is beyond me. Excluding the days when she threatened to stab me if I kept offering to eat around the cord of her tampon, I’ve eaten my wife’s pussy every day for three years straight, and I can’t get enough. I love how she tastes and moans. I love every part of her—even when we’re not fucking.
My balls pull in close to my body as her moans reach an ear-piercing level.
“Yes… there… Oh god, that feels so good.”
That’s all I need to hear to go to town on her pussy. I bury my face deep between her thighs and eat her as if starved. I don’t stop licking, poking, and moaning until she screams my name loud enough for it to ring in my ears all day.
Azra’s impatience gets the better of her. She tugs on my hair hard enough to rip several strands from the roots, then circles her hand around my throbbing shaft a nanosecond after I hover above her.
The pulsating ripples of her orgasm are still shuddering through her when she lines up my dick with the opening of her pussy and nestles it between the wetness.
“If you go slow, I’ll kill you,” she murmurs in warning, her breaths fruity since she released so many ketones last night while we fucked the hours away. “I want you to fuck me. Hard.”
Never one to disappoint, I murmur, “Yes, ma’am,” before I slam home.
Her tight, wet pussy feels so amazing I have to stop for a minute. She feels good, so good, and I don’t see me lasting long. Don’t take that as meaning our escapades will be over. I’m more than a one-and-done man, and Azra has learned that over a dozen times this week alone.
Once I have a morsel of control, I tilt her hips to the preferred angle to fuck her hard and fast before I withdraw to the tip. Her breasts bounce when I ram back in. I push in and out of her on repeat until sweat beads on my forehead and rolls down my cheeks. It’s not hot. Winters in Carlisle are cold enough to freeze your tits off if you’re left in the elements. If you don’t believe me, be sure to ask Antonio if you’re wicked enough to be sentenced to hell. I fulfilled Azra’s request for his burial site to be an open pit full of vermin to a tee.
Don’t look at me like that. That fucker was dumb enough to think not touching my wife would free him from my wrath. Neither my family nor Henry Gottle Sr. agreed. Fucking a woman’s psyche so bad she sees suicide as her only option is punishable by death in the Cosa Nostra. Was back then, and it is even more so now that Giovanni and Valentina added a daughter to their brood six weeks ago.
“Louder, la mia tigrotta. How am I meant to kill them for looking if the noises aren’t incentive enough for them to risk death?”
She shudders around my cock, her tight squeezes bringing me to within an inch of the finish line. I knew the day my eyes fell on her that she had a sick, twisted side waiting to flourish. Her smirk when she took in Don Adami’s mangled hand awoke the beast inside me even more than removing the family heirloom while it was still on his finger.
With my fingers digging into her ass, I pull her on and off my cock until her eyes roll backward and the fire I’ve seen in her eyes since day one sparks. I fuck her hard and fast, my hips pistoning so ruefully that her tits clap at my brilliance.
As her shouts for me to fuck her echo around the room, I nail her to the mattress. My pumps are cruel and claiming, but the instant they’re accompanied by the raring spurts of my cum, Azra succumbs to the tension. Her muscles pull taut as the most beautiful expression in the world crosses her face.