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 don’t care. You pick. But be warned, if you stop now, I will kill you.”
Matteo’s smirk adds to the blush coloring my cheeks. “All the money in the world couldn’t stop this.” He collides his hooded eyes with mine. “Not even a hundred million dollars.”
My head smacks into the mirror, and my eyes roll when his head disappears between my legs.
A moan vibrates my lips when he gives me a long, satisfying lick. He slides his tongue from the bottom of my labia to my clit, groaning when my taste explodes on his taste buds.
“Fuck, your pussy tastes sweet.”
A strange mewling sound rumbles up my throat as pressure builds low in my stomach.
He curls his tongue around my clit, and my breaths stutter.
“Matteo… god.”
“There ain’t no way a man has ever eaten you.” I assume something is wrong, that I have a grotesque disorder I’ve never been told about, until he adds, “Because there’s no way he’d give up a cunt this tasty.” He hits my clit with back-to-back licks, then meets my gaze. “Tell me the truth. Has anyone ever eaten you?”
“No,” I reply, too blinded by lust to care if he learns that I’m a twenty-two-year-old walking billboard for the nunnery. “No one has touched me… not in the slightest. Excluding myself, no one has ever made me come.”
My final sentence detonates the bomb.
Matteo goes to town on my pussy.
He eats me hungrily and urgently, his moans as vocal as mine.
It feels a thousand times better than I could have ever imagined.
With one hand in his hair, stabilizing my sways, and the other clutching the mirror, I buck against him, wanting to feel his tongue over every inch of me.
The sensation of his mouth on mine and his tongue toying with my clit activates several erogenous zones. I moan on repeat as I rock my pussy against his mouth, uncaring if he can breathe.
Dying by pussy suffocation would be a satisfactory ending for a man like Matteo.
My hips buck wildly as tingles race from my head to my toes.
“Oh…” I moan, my body alive with pleasure.
I have no desire to come yet. I want this to last as long as the teasing buildup. But my body is coiled too tightly. He brings me to climax within a handful of licks, my praise of his brilliance incoherent as my body convulses and trembles.
My head is so trapped in the clouds that before I come back down, Matteo moves our exchange from the wall to the oversized chaise occupying the dressing room. My back sinks into the plush material as my dress’s inappropriate hem circles my waist like a belt.
“One more. Maybe two. Then perhaps you’ll be on your way to forgiving me.” He meets my gaze, and I almost combust. His eyes are brimming with lust. “I’m also extra hungry tonight.”
This is when I should remind him of the no-penetration rule, but I’m unable to make my mouth comply with the prompts of my head. The sensation ripping through me is so unsettling that I lose everything I know about myself.
Mercifully, Matteo is as smart as he is handsome.
Even with the zipper of his tuxedo stretching the stiff material, his cock remains in his pants. He doesn’t even use his fingers to bring me to climax again. He uses nothing but his mouth and tongue, and I claw at his head without remorse.
I don’t know how many times I’ve climaxed by the time Matteo crawls up my spent body. It could be a dozen or even just three. That’s how wrung out I am. They’re back to back, leaving me utterly exhausted.
“There it is.”
My brows scarcely furrow before he strives to eradicate my confusion.
“The thing you were missing. It’s back now.”
You can hear my smile in my words. “Weren’t you on your knees, begging for forgiveness?”
His smile. Kill. Me. Slowly. A torturous death may be the only way I’ll go to heaven. “I thought that’s what this was about.” He brushes his knuckles down my heated cheek. “But who’d ever see eating the world’s most scrumptious cunt as an act of redemption? Eating your pussy should never be a negotiation tactic, micina.”
I taste myself on his mouth when I reacquaint our lips. This time, our kiss is dreamy and tender in a way I didn’t think a man like Matteo could display. It soars my heart rate above my libido and has me blinking slowly when he eventually pulls back.
Immaturely, I pout.
Smiling, Matteo twangs my lower lip. “I could eat your pussy for eternity.” His voice is as strained as his tuxedo pants. “But even the fairy godmother’s patience thins when you disrespect it.”
I still as a ruckus of disaster fires through me. The theme of tonight’s gala is Cinderella. It has great significance to me, and I can’t believe I forgot for even a second.