Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Christiano sits up, and while he strips the shirt off and tosses it beside the bed, I work to get his belt undone.
Just as an alarm starts to ring in the back of my mind, he flips me over in a single, swift move. As I land on my back, he grabs my pajama shorts and hauls them down my legs.
Not even bothering to take off his pants, he only shoves the fabric down enough to free his cock. I barely get a glimpse of his manhood before he positions himself at my entrance.
He braces his left hand beside my head, and as he claims my mouth in an uncontrollable kiss, he grabs hold of my hip and thrusts. When he doesn’t enter me, I begin to feel feverish with desperation. He pushes hard, and when he breaches my opening, he surges so deep that a sharp and burning pain rips me out of the passion-induced coma he has me in.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans against my mouth, his body shuddering hard.
I draw in a sharp breath as my mind clears enough for me to realize I’m having sex with Christiano.
Oh. My. God. What have I done?
He picks up on my change of mood, and lifting his head, our eyes lock.
Jesus. What do I do?
Christiano’s features soften, and he presses a gentle kiss to my mouth before asking, “Do you want to stop?”
It’s a little too late. He’s already inside me.
God. Christiano is buried to the hilt inside me.
The realization has my eyes widening, and for a moment, I’m completely overwhelmed by how big he feels and the fact that I didn’t stop things from escalating to this point.
He braces his forearms on either side of my head and presses another tender kiss to my jaw. “Baby?”
My voice is hoarse as I whisper, “I’m processing.”
“Do you want me to pull out?”
I surprise myself when I shake my head.
His eyes turn incredibly soft, looking like black velvet.
Every emotion I’ve had to fight since the day he got shot in front of me pours into my heart.
The love I feel for him. The need I have for him to protect me. The attraction that just keeps growing, no matter how hard I try to stop it.
Like in every other aspect of my life, I’m not strong enough to tell him to stop. Not with him already buried inside me. Instead, I lift my head and crush my mouth to his.
Christiano quickly takes over control, and when he kisses me with the dominance and heat I find utterly addictive, my worry and chaotic emotions fade to background noise.
As he once again places me in a passion-induced coma, I have an incredible need for him to move.
I swear the man can read my thoughts, because he slowly pulls out, allowing me to feel every glorious inch of his hard cock.
When Christiano pushes back inside me, I only feel a pinch, but it’s quickly drowned out by pleasure as his pelvis rubs hard against my clit.
“Oh God,” I gasp into his mouth, my hands finding his back. I revel in the feel of his hot skin and muscles beneath my fingertips, and I quickly get drunk from touching him.
Once again, he loses all control, and while he begins to kiss me with hungry strokes of his tongue, he fills me with powerful thrusts.
My body keeps jerking against his, and it creates an inferno of heat between us.
Every time he hammers into me, my abdomen clenches.
Suddenly, he pushes his torso up, and dragging his hand down between my breasts, I watch as he relishes touching me.
His voice is hoarse as he groans, “You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at you.”
Christiano locks eyes with me while keeping the pace relentlessly hard and fast. My breasts bounce, and my skin grows slick with sweat as the tightening in my abdomen tenses and tenses.
My lips part, and I tilt my head when I reach the point where I can’t handle it anymore. “Christiano.” His name is nothing more than a plea.
I watch as his expression turns possessive, then he pushes a hand down between us, and the moment he rubs my clit, ecstasy explodes through me.
For a blessed moment, I feel nothing but the pleasure Christiano is giving me.
There’s no panic. No fear. No desperate need to hide from the world.
There’s only the man I love, and how incredibly good it feels as he fucks me.
As I’m carried to the high heavens on a cloud of satisfaction and bone-melting euphoria, his body shudders as he fills me with two more thrusts before stilling deep inside me.
The groan rumbling from his chest as he orgasms sounds downright predatory. “Fuck, baby,” he hisses as he plunges inside me again. “See how much your pussy needed me?”
Ripples of ecstasy scatter through my body from his filthy words, and it feels as if he’s massaging my sensitive opening with his cock, which makes me experience a different kind of pleasure.