Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Saw me?” I asked blankly.
“Your location,” he explained.
I forgot we’d shared our locations with each other a long time ago. “Oh yeah.”
“Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” I said quickly. “I just forgot.”
The waiter came with my granita, the same flavor we’d ordered last time.
“It’s good, huh?” Constantine said. “So, how was your first day?”
I ripped off a piece of the brioche and spooned the crystallized fruit over the edge before I popped it into my mouth. “It was okay. Antonio was there and he’s always nice, so it wasn’t too overwhelming.”
“He’s a good guy.”
“Yeah, I like him.”
“If you end up hating it, you don’t have to stay, all right?”
“Why would I hate it?” I asked as I kept eating.
“Well, I started to hate it after a while,” he said with a laugh. “I’d always smell like food, even after I showered.”
“There are worse things.”
He gave another chuckle.
And I melted inside.
“I’m sure women love getting railed by a guy who smells like pizza.”
“I sure would.”
He looked at me again, and he had this smile in his eyes like he thought I was the cutest thing ever. The affection was deep, beyond the flesh, like he loved who I was underneath. “You look fucking adorable in that outfit.”
I wore a black Rosticceria Da Cristina T-shirt with black jeans. My hair had been combed back into a loose bun, which wasn’t how I usually did my hair. I kept it down and long and mostly curled. “Yeah?”
He moved his hand down to the leg of my chair and effortlessly pulled me closer to him before that hand went to my thigh under the table, giving me a possessive grip that he pulled off so easily.
I tugged my granita closer and continued to eat. There was a nearby table with four pretty girls staring at him hard, but he didn’t seem to notice because he was too busy staring at me. “How was your day?”
“Fine. Took Medusa on a walk, and then we watched the game together.”
“How’d she do?”
“Good. Kept it short. Didn’t want to push her too hard.”
“I can’t wait until she’s better and we can take her places with us.”
“Yeah, I’ll take her on a hike to Mount Etna.”
“The—the active volcano?”
He smirked. “I’ve been there during an eruption. Not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal?” I asked.
“The eruptions are small. And even if they weren’t, whether we’re up there or down here, we’re screwed either way.”
“It’s hard for me to take you seriously when you think getting shot is no big deal.”
He chuckled and gave my thigh a squeeze. “Just look pretty and eat your granita, sweetheart.”
His big arms supported my thighs as I sat on his face in bed—and he ate me for dinner. He drew all my folds into his mouth, and then he licked me hard with his powerful tongue, applying as much pressure as hard fingers. He worked me like it was for his enjoyment instead of mine, when I was the one to receive all the benefits.
One of his hands reached up to grip one of my tits, and he squeezed it hard as he continued to devour me whole.
I fisted his hair and rocked into his face, an empress on the throne of his mouth, writhing and riding, pushed over the edge and plunged into a pool of ecstasy. I bucked my hips and gave a cry as I shed tears of pleasure.
He slid his hand up to my neck, and he gripped my throat before he guided me off him. Put me on my back before he moved between my thighs and folded me like I was a strand of human licorice. I’d always been flexible, and I hadn’t realized how much I’d need that skill until I met this six-and-a-half-foot behemoth of a man who liked to fuck me like a whore.
He shoved himself inside me without an ounce of gentleness, made himself right at home like my body was his palace, and then nailed me hard like even an eruption from Mount Etna wouldn’t stop him. “Fuck, this pussy feels as good as it tastes.”
I’d already come on his face so I didn’t need another release, and it was so damn hot watching him fuck me like he hadn’t had a woman in weeks instead of a day. He gave me so much of his length that it hurt with every thrust, but he’d made love to my pussy with his mouth for twenty minutes, so I could handle it.
He released a growl before he gave his final pumps, filling my pussy with a mound of seed that was so heavy it would register on a scale, and then all the muscles of his core tightened before they released.
He finished, then moved off me, rolling to his back with his head on the pillow.
I gently put my legs back into place, feeling all the stiffness in my joints from being in that position for so long. Then I lay there, fully satisfied and utterly spent.