Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“What are you interested in, Angelo?”
“You.”
His lips find mine, and I give in to the moment, no more resisting, no more playing. His hands explore my body and I’m losing control but that’s what I wanted. No more too-inside-my-head, no more second-guessing-everything, I can drift into this man’s mouth and tongue and hands and forget myself for a while.
He lifts my dress, the soft fabric sliding over my thighs until his fingers find the hem of my panties. I whimper onto his tongue as he slides them down to mid-thigh, enough to expose but also enough to keep me caught there. He teases me with his fingers and kisses my neck, and I purr and moan as his touch drives me crazy, splitting me open, rolling along my clit, making me shiver and groan.
“So much for hating me,” he whispers and bites my lower lip as his fingers slide inside and I gasp. “You don’t taste like you hate me. You taste like you want to fuck me.”
“How do you know what I taste like?”
He drops to his knees and pins my hands to my sides and disappears between my legs. I moan in shock and excitement as his tongue laps me up and sucks me and, fuck, I guess that’s how he knows, and I grind against his mouth as pleasure rips into my mind. Oh my god, I’ve never felt something like this before, and I’m buzzing and riding along that edge of pure intense joy and all I want is for him to keep going, but this man won’t let me have anything that easy. He stands and kisses me and I taste myself on his lips before he turns me around, peels my panties down to my ankles, and grips my ass.
“Look at you,” he whispers as his belt comes off. “God, you’re fucking beautiful, Sara. I hope you have someone telling you that every day of your life.”
“Only on weekends,” I say, looking over my shoulder as he takes his hard cock from his pants and strokes himself. Fuck, he’s big, and my heart starts to race, but the look on his face as he stares at my body drives into my chest like a spear. I love that look, I want to live in that look forever. It’s the expression of a man that wants something so badly he’s willing to do anything to have it, and I’m all he desires in the entire world. It’s incredible, intoxicating, and terrifying all at once.
He smirks as he spits into his palm and rubs it into his tip. “I’d tell you every morning,” he says softly and presses himself against my soaking entrance. “I’d tell you the second you wake up in the morning, still sore from me fucking you the night before, and I’d tell you again as I came between your lovely legs.”
“I thought you said you weren’t interested in romance?”
He laughs softly and slides himself inside of me.
I moan and throw my head back. “I’m not,” he whispers in my ear, filling me to the brim, and my brain’s exploding with bliss and I see black spots in the edges of my vision as he starts to fuck me. “I’m only interested in taking you, frigid princess.”
Everything’s sensation after that. It’s him between my legs and him slapping my ass and him pulling my hair and whispering in my ear and having me, having me, over and over and over, deeper and harder and faster, a frenzy of desire spilling between us and rolling around like a wild thunderstorm. I’m not Sara anymore, at least I’m not the old-Sara anymore, I’m something totally different, a girl that gets fucked at a wedding in some random storage room and loves it, a girl that doesn’t care if the man inside of her is a mobster, a gangster, a criminal bastard, so long as he feels and tastes good. That’s the new me, the me that lasts for a little while at least, the me that breathes new life into my body and builds deeper and deeper until the climax tears through my flesh and transports me somewhere else, somewhere better. I come in a blinding flash and, god, it’s heaven, it’s too much.
I come and whisper his name, Angelo, Angelo, over and over. I come in a cascade, in a wave. I come and moan and kiss him over my shoulder and let him fuck me and fuck me harder and take me until it hurts so fucking good, and I let him fuck me more until he stiffens and I feel him fill me deep between my legs, deep inside my tight and dripping pussy, and we collapse together against the wall, panting and holding each other, half-dressed and out of our minds.
“Can I admit something?” I whisper.