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)
Azra’s moans grow louder; however, they never hit the peak I’m after.
I want her to scream my name.
“This would be a whole heap easier if I could give your cunt something to cling to while riding the wave.”
I wasn’t supposed to say my words out loud, but I’m glad I didn’t hold back when Azra gives me the green light to make her mine. “Then do that.”
I stare at her as if I’m dreaming. I desperately want to stuff my fingers inside her and toy with her G-spot, but that’s against the rules, isn’t it?
My fingers are larger than some dweebs’ cocks. Proof? They extend well past Azra’s ass when I flatten my palm against her clit. Just rubbing two along the seam of her pussy seems too much. She’s tiny, and I’m… not.
Azra moves my release to within an inch of the finish line. “Please, Matteo. I need you.”
She’s speaking words I’ve been eager to hear since my eyes landed on her, but I can’t help but ask, “What happened to your no-penetration rule?”
I’m asking questions like I want to back out but acting the opposite. In two quick movements, I rip off her panties, crawl down her body, and then position myself between her splayed thighs.
“You can’t marry Antonio if someone penetrates you.”
The anger that sliced me into pieces earlier is nowhere to be seen when she replies, “Fuck Antonio, and fuck the contract.”
It’s probably her libido talking, but tell me one man who considers morals when a delicious-smelling cunt is on the line?
Before she can change my mind, and before I can remember I’ve not gone down on a woman in years, I blow hot air over her swollen clit, sending a shiver through her limbs, then flick my tongue over it.
She bucks against my mouth and calls out immediately.
“Matteo.” It’s a half plea, half moan.
Moisture trickles between her legs as a blinding orgasm overwhelms her.
I gobble up every drop of her release.
Fuck... She tastes amazing. Sweet but with a bit of the sourness she only unleashes on me.
I suck and lick her clit with urgent strokes, desperate for more. She climaxes again almost instantly, but I don’t stop. I eat her hungrily. Greedily. I take and take and take until she’s pulling at my hair with so much urgency, she’ll pluck me bald.
“Stop… please… I can’t.”
With her hands pinned to the mattress, I work her toward the clouds again. I drag my tongue up her slit and around her clit before plunging it deep inside her.
I fuck her with my tongue while grinding my cock into the mattress. I could have come ten minutes ago, but that isn’t what this is about. Somewhere in a part of my brain I rarely use, I know what I am doing. I’m thanking her for finally acknowledging that I’m not insane. The sparks burning between us are dangerous enough to scar.
Minutes later, Azra’s fingernails dig into my skull, and her thrusting hips still. Her shoulder blades meet as my name spills from her kiss-swollen lips in a wanton cry. It’s such a hungry, carnal sound that before I can remember I don’t keep condoms in my room, the requirement unnecessary since I’ve never brought another woman here, I climb up her body, removing her nightie on the way, and then nestle my dick between her legs.
I gaze down at the erotic image of her flushed cheeks and pert tits and watch for the fear I expect to filter through her eyes as I spread her with my fingers.
It doesn’t come. Not when I pierce the head of my cock through her opening, and not when I ask if she’s on birth control.
The only time fear filters in her eyes is when I push past the protective barrier keeping her on the ledger of every sick fuck this side of the nation.
I’m barely three inches in but deeply seated enough to remove virgin from her dossier.
“Keep your eyes on me, la mia tigrotta. It’ll feel better soon. I promise.”
I have absolutely no idea if anything I’m saying is true. I’ve never had sex with a virgin before—not even when I was one. I didn’t want to step anyone through their first time. I was there to get off, not conduct an anatomy class.
I’d be dishonest to say I wasn’t relishing every second of our exchange.
“You just need to trust that I won’t hurt you.”
My balls pull in close as the tight walls of her vagina relax, and she welcomes me in more. I could come now, her trust so evoking, but I hold back, focused on making this pleasurable for her.
One hand lifts her hips off the mattress, tilting them to the perfect height for maximum pleasure, while the other runs down the inside of her thigh.
Her groan once I circle her clit with my thumb is closer to a moan than a sob, and it clears up a handful of tears her eyes are threatening to spill.