Ecstasy Captured Read Online C.M. Steele

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
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“That mouth of yours is so fucking talented. Have you been practicing on other guys?”

“I haven’t had a boyfriend in years.” Ire fills my bones as those words cross her sensuous mouth.

“His name,” I growl out, cupping her face.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“His name, Candy.”

“I don’t remember.” Her body gives her deception away as she trembles and tries to lower her gaze from mine. I grip her chin, tilting her head back up to look at me.

“Candy,” I growl, feeling insanely jealous of this bastard. She came to me with her lips tasted by some other asshole. I’m going to cut his tongue out.

“I don’t remember.” She’s lying to me, and I hate it even though I don’t have the right to the answer.

“I’ll find out.”

“No, you won’t because we only have a few hours more together, and then my services are at an end.” She can believe that if she’d like, but that’s not the case at all.

“Then don’t waste my time. I’m paying to be pleased, not for your pleasure, Candy. Wash me. Now.” I feel like a prick, but it’s like a sucker punch to the chest that she dared to cut our time short. She soaps up her hands with the complimentary bar and then begins running her soft, small hands along my chest, grazing the dark tuft of hair there. Fuck, she hasn’t even reached my dick and I could explode.

“Am I doing something wrong?”

“No, you’re doing good. Keep going,” I grunt, wanting to take over so I can calm down or just fucking impale her against the shower tiles and make her scream for more as I tear apart her tight little hole that was made for just me—only me.

I take the bar and suds up my hands because I need to get her all clean before I bend her over again. Letting her pussy rest is out of the question tonight. If she thinks that tonight is all I get, then I’m not going to waste a minute between her legs, working out every drop of cum I can produce.

She reaches my cock and brushes it tentatively, as if she’s afraid to touch it.

“Come on, do it right, mi dulce. You’re the one going to have your mouth wrapped around it.” She strokes it harder and with effort, making sure to get me nice and soaped up. That’s when I can’t handle any more, so I cup her pussy with my own handful of bubbles, rubbing her mound right over her puffy lips.

She loses her movements and stills, moaning and throwing her head back. “That’s a good girl, fucking come on my fingers. So greedy for me, aren’t you?” I reach for the detachable showerhead and bring it between us, washing off the soap because I want her pussy in my face before I feed her my cock. Setting it back on the hook, I drop to my knees. “Give me that cunt. I want that sugar on my tongue.” I swipe along her slit, watching her little pink lips part and her body shiver under my strong fingers as I hold her firmly by her thighs.

“Oh my God.”

“No God here, baby. Nothing but sin going on tonight. You’ve met the devil, giving your innocent pussy to Satan himself,” I grunt against her juicy, sweet peach. I could eat her for breakfast every morning after falling asleep with my dick buried in her, and I will. Her sticky sweetness makes my mouth water.

“Your tongue is the devil,” she pants, gripping my hair before she screams out her intense orgasm. As much as I want her mouth wrapped around my big dick, I need to be fucking that hot hole. I bring her down onto my cock, sliding into her tight sheath as I kneel on the shower floor.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” she complains yet still rides me hard, bouncing up and down on my length.

“It’s not going to get smaller until you make me nut in that pretty, hot cunt. Work that pussy on me.” I grip her hair and bring her mouth to mine roughly before I drop down and suck on her throat; I want her wearing my mark. I want her to feel me, need me, remember me with every step, every look in the mirror. Most importantly, I want every asshole to scent that she belongs to one of Chicago’s top mob bosses, and I’ll kill anyone who dares to come between us.

Pinching her nipple, she cries out a bit from the pain while flexing that tight pussy from the pleasure. I grasp her ass firmly and work her on my length harder and faster, needing to make her come before I nut again.

It takes all the restraint I have to hold out when she finally cries out my name as she floods my dick with her cum. I shoot my load in her, marking my territory. We need another shower by the time we’re done, but it can wait. I want her in bed. This time we slowly work into another passionate orgasm, and then finally I can’t stay awake any longer.


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