Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
It wrapped around his left bicep and extended the length of his forearm to just above his wrist. The design featured a money rose, its petals crafted from meticulously detailed dollar bills. Intertwined with the rose was an ornate pocket watch, its face frozen at a specific time, suggesting significance.
Three playing cards, each with a different suit and number, were incorporated seamlessly into the sleeve, their edges sharp and lines precise. Adding to the complexity of the design, an elegant "E" for his surname was woven into the tattoo, placed prominently near his wrist. The letter was designed with a flourish, combining elements of old-world elegance with modern precision. The entire tattoo was a testament to both artistry and the complex layers of Mateo's persona, blending symbols of wealth, time, risk, and family heritage.
His torso had a few faint scars, each one telling a story of pain and violence. One particularly deep gash ran along his side, a reminder of the constant danger he faced. Aside from the marks, his abs were solid as steel, hardened by years of discipline. With a tight grip on my throat, he violently pulled me away from the door, as if I were nothing but a lifeless marionette under his control.
My body was tossed onto his bed, feeling weightless like a cloud. I lay there, helpless and paralyzed by his intense gaze.
"So, so beautiful," he murmured, his words barely audible. I watched as he lowered his pants and revealed the black briefs underneath. With one fluid motion, he freed his cock. I swallowed and stared. It was long and hard and thick. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him or it.
“Mateo,” I began, a flare of panic rising as he advanced on me.
"I'll make it good for you," he promised, his voice low and dangerous as he flipped me onto my hands and knees. My heart raced with anticipation and anxiety. "Good girl," he murmured when I held the position, kneading my ass roughly with both hands. I closed my eyes in surrendering his hard cock pressed against my entrance, teasing me with its size.
Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, he spread my cheeks apart and dove in with his tongue.
The suddenness of it had me gasping for breath and my eyes flying open, my fingers curling into the sheets beneath me. “Oh, my God,” I whispered, never having felt anything like that in my life.
The heat of his mouth, the relentlessness of his tongue, exploring every inch of my pussy with a fervor that left me dizzy with pleasure. He lapped at my wetness, swirling his tongue around my clit before diving back in, penetrating me with expert precision.
“Rock back,” he commanded, “Fuck my face.” I hesitantly did as he instructed, and he responded by sliding two fingers inside me, stretching me in ways I had never imagined. The sensation was intense, bordering on pain, but the pleasure was too great to ignore. I rocked back against him, urging him deeper.
I moaned loudly, my body shaking with each thrust of his tongue and digits. He slurped and sucked, until I clawed at the sheets, my heart pounding. "Oh, God," I cried out, my voice echoing in the room.
He chuckled against me, his fingers never ceasing. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Let it out." His tongue darted out, sweeping over my clit in a delicate flick.
“Mateo,” I gasped, my mind spiraling out of control as the thrilling sensations raced through my body.
"That's it," he repeated, increasing the pressure. He brought me to the edge and then eased off. He repeated this process, each time bringing me closer and closer to the precipice. My breaths grew shallower, my heart pounded in my ears, and my body trembled with anticipation. My moans became louder and more desperate, begging for release.
"Not yet, beautiful," he teased. “We still have a long way to go."
Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he abruptly stopped, leaving me panting and aching for release. His chest pressed against my back as he whispered into my ear, "When you come, it will be with me inside you." He drew back and wrapped my hair around his fist. I felt his grip on my hip tighten as he positioned himself at my entrance. Without warning, he pushed inside me. I felt a sharp pain that took my breath away. And then he kept going, his cock only halfway in. I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out again, tears gathering in the corners of my eyes. I clutched at the sheets beneath me trying to adjust to the alien sensation. I knew he was well-endowed from the print I’d seen on the jogging path, but now that he was inside me, my initial assessment seemed like an understatement.