Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
I pull her top off and kiss her neck as I tease her breasts. I suck her nipples until she’s panting hard, her hips gyrating, grinding against my hard cock. I fist her hair and kiss her hard.
“I need you here with me, love,” I whisper as I bite her lower lip. I move back to her breasts, rolling my tongue around one hard bud. “I don’t want you to go anywhere. I hate that you think you’re a burden. You’re not, love. You’re far from it.”
She gasps as I turn her and pin her down on the couch. I pull off her pants, kissing her stomach, her hips, her belly button, down to her thighs. She moans as she spreads her legs, and I tease her pussy slowly with my fingers. I sink them inside, rubbing my thumb up against her clit as I fill her.
“Tell me you want to stay,” I command. “Say it, baby.”
“I want to stay,” she moans. “God, I don’t want to go anywhere.”
“Because you love it when I touch you. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, god, yes.” Her back arches and she stares at me. It’s without a doubt the sexiest look I’ve ever seen on a woman before. Her eyes are filled with lust, but also with confidence, like she knows this is the right thing.
I slide my fingers deeper, teasing. “You want me to make you come, don’t you, love?”
“I want you to keep going,” she says, eyes rolling back.
I drop between her legs. My tongue slides up and down her pussy before I lick and suck her clit. My fingers go deeper, making her back arch as I lick her. I need this, need to make her feel good, need to make sure she understands that she has a place with me now.
I need her to know that she’s mine.
Her fingers dig into my hair. I fuck her with my fingers as I suck her clit, and her moans and gasps of pleasure drive me fucking crazy as I go faster and faster. Her body twitches and spasms, and her voice gets loud as she comes, big and messy and beautiful. I lick her up before pulling back.
“Good girl,” I say, taking off my pants. “Good fucking girl. Look at you, dripping wet, pink skin, all flushed and beautiful. You want me, don’t you, love?”
“Yes,” she says, mouth hanging open.
I stroke myself once I’m naked. She sits up, too greedy to help herself, and takes my cock in her mouth. “Fuck,” I moan as she licks me and sucks my tip. “You look so fucking good like that, baby.” She takes me deeper and I groan. I don’t know how long I can last with her taking me into her throat like she wants to fucking swallow me.
I push her back down and tease her slit with my head before sliding myself deep inside.
Her back arches into me. I kiss her, bury her mouth with mine, as I slowly stroke deeper. Our bodies come together, tight and wet and perfect, and I lose all control. I’m tired of holding back, tired of hiding, tired of pretending. She’s mine, and I’m not letting go.
I fuck her like it’s the last time, but it’s also the first time. The decision to own this crystallizes in my mind. I fuck her deep, take her the way she needs, stroke her hard as her moans get louder and faster. “Messy fucking girl,” I whisper. “Grind that wet pussy into me, baby, and come until you can’t breathe. Come on, love, I want to feel it. Come on my big dick.”
“Shit,” she groans and bites my shoulder. Her back arches as she rolls into me, and I fuck her harder, deeper, until her eyes close and she comes with a look of pure bliss on her face.
I keep going. I can’t help myself. I fill her again and again, spreading her wide, making her mine, until I explode deep between her legs. Bliss fills my head, and we end up tangled together on the couch, both of us breathing hard as we try to regain some composure.
“Can’t do that if you go home,” I say, grinning to myself. I bury my face in her hair and breathe deep. “You should stay.”
“I should stay… just so you can fuck me?”
“And because I want you to.”
“Well, since you put it that way, how can I possibly say no?”
I laugh softly and kiss her neck. “I’m going to tell my mother tomorrow that you’re living with me.”
Valentina’s quiet for a little while. I let her absorb that bit of information. It probably feels like a lot to her. “Why your mother?” she asks finally.
“She’ll spread it all over the family, and if she’s okay with it, everyone else will be too.”
“And… you think she’ll be okay with it?”