Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72325 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72325 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
This was the real deal.
Rocco was all man, and as he pushed into me, he made me feel like the luckiest woman on the planet.
“You’re so damn tight,” he panted.
I bit my lip as he pushed in again. “You’re so damn big.”
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, looking down at me.
“It feels amazing.” Though I’d probably be aching tomorrow, it was totally worth it. “I like feeling you fill me up.”
“Good,” he grunted. He drove in again, this time tilting my hips up and off the bed. It made it feel even deeper.
My breasts bounced as he thrust into me, and his dark eyes alternated between watching my face and watching my chest. Then on every fourth or fifth stroke, he leaned down to kiss me.
Then he pulled out, and I moaned at the loss. I felt empty, like something was missing. But all he did was to grab my legs and rest my ankles on his shoulders. When he drove in again, I cried out. The position let him go deeper than ever.
Leaning to one side, Rock picked up my hand and kissed it, like an old-fashioned gentleman. But then he pushed my hand between our bodies until my fingers were resting on my heated mound. “Touch yourself,” he said, withdrawing so that just the tip of his cock was inside me.
I strained my hips, trying to draw him back in, but he just stayed poised there, waiting. Finally, I slid my fingertip inside my slit and brushed past my clit. His smile was hungry as he watched the desire flash across my face. He moved his hips in circles, his cock pressing into my inner walls from different angles. It felt good, very good, but I wanted him seated inside me again.,
“Rub your clit,” he urged, and I knew what I had to do to make him fill me up again.
My breathing grew ragged as I looked him in the eye, my finger rubbing my swollen clit. “Please, Rock,” I begged.
His grin grew cocky. “You want it?”
“Oh god, yes.”
“You want me to take you hard?”
I did. Desperately. But I also recognized that the man who was teasing me and working me into a frenzy was a far cry from the one who’d been so upset before, and I was glad. He needed this. We both did.
And right now, I really, really did. “Please take me,” I gasped as I worked my clit with my fingers.
He pushed in and I screamed out. This time there was no hesitation. He drove all the way in, pulled back, and in again. I shrieked as he took me, pounding me, making me feel more alive than I ever had in my entire life.
“Harder,” I gasped, though I wasn’t sure that was possible. Somehow, he did, his face intent as he worked me harder and harder. “I’m close,” I gasped.
“Wait,” Rock ordered, but it felt damn near impossible.
My eyes closed as my head rolled from side to side. The tension inside me made my legs tremble, and I could barely keep rubbing my clit—except I had to. It felt like if I didn’t come soon, I was going to literally die. “Please, Rocco…”
“Wait,” he demanded, speeding up his thrusts.
“Don’t stop,” I panted. “I’m so close.”
“Now,” he demanded, pushing his cock all the way inside me and holding it there. It pulsed inside me as my inner walls clamped down hard. I screamed, my upper body rising off the bed. Wave after wave of the most intense orgasm of my life poured through me.
“Fuck!” Rocco roared as he came. I could feel his cock emptying inside me, and another wave of pleasure ripped through me.
I grasped his arms, holding on as I tried to ride out the intensity. He cussed and grunted, and I loved the display of raw, masculine power.
I felt like I was second from passing out when he finally eased back. He removed my feet from his shoulders, and he pulled out. He collapsed next to me on the bed, and I turned to face him, my chest still heaving.
Neither one of us were in any position to speak, but he rested his hand on my hip as he stared into my eyes. An aftershock made my body jolt, and he smiled as he felt me move under his hand.
“Holy shit,” I finally said when my breathing had calmed enough for speech.
He grinned and leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mine. “Agreed,” he said, his voice raspy. His long fingers rubbed the bare skin of my side. “You were so hot when you came on my cock. You looked like a goddess.” He reached for the covers.
“No,” I said, stopping him. “I don’t want the covers. I just want you holding me.”
He smiled. “I can do that.”
And then he did… for a very long time.