Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Bellissima…” He took a deep breath as he squeezed my ass cheeks. He kneaded my ass with his fingertips, digging into the muscle. His cock continued to stretch me wide apart with every thrust, his length digging in deep inside me. “You torture me when you look like that.”
“Like what?”
“I call you Bellissima for a reason.” He pressed his face between my breasts and licked me, spreading kisses across my warm skin. He sucked my nipples into his mouth while he kept moving me down his length over and over. His hands glided up my full hips, and he kissed my neck, his warm breaths falling across my skin.
I tilted my head back and rode him a little harder. “I’m gonna come…”
He nibbled my neck, being more aggressive than before. He pulled me down his length harder, pushing through my tightness and sheathing himself in my soaking arousal. His hand moved between my legs, and he rubbed my clit aggressively.
Like I needed any extra stimulation.
I knew he needed me to come as quickly as possible because he couldn’t contain his excitement any longer. He was about to burst, filling me with all of his seed.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on to him as I came, pushing down his length harder and deeper. I screamed in his ear, but he didn’t turn away. Moisture pooled between my legs and soaked his length. My entire body enjoyed him, soaring up high into the sky as I reached heaven and above.
“Bellissima…” He grunted as he came, filling me with all of his desire. He moaned against my ear as he enjoyed the same pleasure I’d just experienced. He gripped me harder even though I wasn’t about to slip away. His fingers dug into me, and his chest was slick with sweat.
I buried my face in his neck as I caught my breath, my body tightening and relaxing at the same time. My eyes closed, and I clung to him, feeling the only form of happiness I would ever know. When it was just the two of us, I didn’t think about what lay ahead. I only thought about the quiet peace that existed between us.
Cane pulled away and looked me in the eye. He wore that tender expression he didn’t show often. It was gentle, showing the soft man underneath all that hardness. He kissed the corner of my mouth before he rolled me to the bed.
We lay together, covered in sweat and warmth. His arm was still around me, his gloriously hard body rising and falling with the deep breaths he took. His large hand gently squeezed my waist, the area where most of my new pounds had settled.
I noticed how much my body was changing from sitting around and eating amazing food all day long, but Cane didn’t seem to mind. The heavier I was, the more he wanted me. It was every woman’s dream come true.
He rested his face in my neck and held me close, his body keeping mine warm once our bodies returned to a state of calm. His powerful muscles acted as a personal heater for both of us to enjoy.
I couldn’t believe I only had a day left.
Just one day.
Cane pulled his head away from my neck and rested his face near mine. He looked me in the eye as his fingers grazed against my cheek. He tucked my hair behind my ear, his jaw tightening as he looked at me.
Even his features were dark. He was tall, dark, and handsome, and he exuded danger. If I’d met him somewhere at night, I’d be afraid. Even now, he was still a little scary. But underneath that hard surface, he was a man with a heart as big as mine. He was a gentle giant, a friendly monster.
A dark angel.
He sighed as he looked at me, his thoughts resting on the surface of his eyes.
This hurt him as much as it hurt me.
“Thank you for being so good to me,” I whispered. “I’ve had the time of my life here.”
“Don’t thank me.”
“But you deserve to be thanked.”
“No. Don’t act like you’re leaving. We still have time. Let’s not waste it.”
9
Cane
This was harder than I’d imagined.
I’d promised to take her back, but now that was the last thing I wanted to do.
I shouldn’t care about her. The last month had given her peace and quiet, lots of food, and lots of great sex. I was gracious, and I even gave her the means to end her life so she wouldn’t have to suffer anymore.
But I didn’t want that for her.
I wanted her to enjoy the Tuscan countryside every day. I wanted her to eat whenever she wanted. I wanted her to smile every single day. I’d never cared about someone else’s happiness, but I certainly cared about hers.