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)
His sigh whistles through my hair, my words hitting somewhere he doesn’t want touched.
“And tonight,” I add, “you stopped us from…”—my swallow is extremely telling—“even though you clearly didn’t want to.”
He scoots closer, and my breath suspends halfway to my lungs. “I didn’t want to stop. Not at all. But don’t fool yourself, Azra. My intentions with you have never been honorable.”
“Then why did you stop?”
“Because if I started, I wouldn’t have stopped. Ever. I would have dragged you down into the abyss with me.”
His words should scare me. They don’t. I see the truth beneath them—the conflict and the restraint. I see a man fighting himself harder than he fights anyone else.
He’s not warning me because he wants me afraid.
He’s warning me because he’s afraid of himself.
“Azra…” Matteo growls out when I roll to face him.
My limited life experiences prevent me from giving him a profound quote that would warp his perception as much as his murky blue eyes warp my smarts. Instead, I use the skills I’ve learned from him. “Shut up and kiss me back, Ruso.”
Before he can argue that I’m not kissing him, so he can’t kiss me back, I weave my fingers through his hair and slide my tongue across his firm mouth. It softens under my touch in three heart-thrashing seconds, and even faster than that, he duels our tongues together.
My skin flushes when his big, manly hand cups my ass and tugs me closer. “Your panties are drenched.”
“For you. The entire time I was touching myself, I was pretending it was you.”
His hot, moist breath peppers my skin with condensation when he lowers his mouth to my neck. I flatten my ear to the pillow, hopeful his mouth will mark me as well as his ridiculously handsome face stained my underwear.
“Fuck…” he murmurs when my splayed position rubs the crown of his cock against my pussy. “We should stop. We need to stop. Should I stop?”
His body tenses when I disagree. “Please don’t.”
The lace material of my bra feels like too much when he cups my breast and squeezes it.
“You have fantastic tits, micina. Nice and round.”
His mouth slips from my neck to my chest, then to my nipple.
I close my eyes as my body welcomes the tingles his lips circling my nipple through my bra instigate. He curls his tongue around the erect bud before he slowly draws it into his mouth. It feels amazing, but I need more. Want more.
His lips lift against my skin when I rake my fingers over his scalp before I use my healthy grip on his hair to push him lower.
“So impatient, micina. Anyone would swear no one has ever eaten your pussy before.” He blows a hot breath over my clenching slit, then peers up at me. “We both know that isn’t true.”
Alcohol isn’t to blame for my intoxication anymore. It’s his smirk when he hooks his finger under the damp material of my panties, and he slowly peels them away.
Once he’s slipped them down my thighs, his eyes snap to mine. He doesn’t speak, but his cautious glare speaks volumes. If I want this to stop, he will end it immediately.
I need to feel his mouth on my pussy. It will kill me if he denies me a second time.
“Please…” I stop just short of begging. Matteo has made it obvious that a submissive, demure demeanor does nothing for him. “Fuck me with your mouth.”
He coasts his mouth over my clit before trekking his tongue across the nervy nub.
“Oh… god.” Hand in sheets, I roll my hips upward, mushing my pussy with his face.
His mouth kicks up into a sexy smirk as he kisses me softly and sweetly.
With my free hand, I seize the back of his head and angle it to give him unrestricted access to my pussy, then snap out a demand. “Stop playing and eat me like you mean it.”
His smirk… Someone call the fire chief. I’m burning up.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He spears his tongue inside me, stilling my hands. I thrust my head back and moan a throaty garble. I’ve only been eaten out once before, by him, so I can’t handle the expertise with which he unravels me. He brings me to climax shamefully quick, leaping my heart rate into coronary failure territory.
He doesn’t stop, though.
Over the next few minutes, he licks me, grazes me with his teeth, and bombards me with a ton of praise. He tells me how sweet my pussy tastes, and that I’m a palette he’ll never grow tired of consuming.
Tingles race up my spine when his thumb presses against my opening. His hands aren’t as big as his cock, but they’re double the width and length of mine. His thumb alone will remove the purity clause from the marriage contract I’m endeavoring to get off the ground with Antonio, but I can’t remind him of the terms.