Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I melted at his touch, tasting my father’s wine on his lips, swept away by the heat that instantly turned into an inferno. Knowing it was just the two of us in that villa immediately made me sweat with desire. My arms circled his neck and my fingers dug into his short hair, being kissed like I’d never been kissed in my life. I turned my head to kiss him in a different way, and before our lips landed, I whispered, “Cristo…” When I kissed him again, it was even more intense, both of us breathless like we were already naked and fucking, even though we were fully clothed.
“Upstairs,” I said against his mouth, needing no foreplay with this man.
He lifted me from the counter and carried me out of the kitchen.
I hadn’t expected him to carry me there, but he held me like I was weightless, navigated my villa like he’d already been there. He carried me up the stairs effortlessly, taking two stairs with every step, and then made his way down the hallway.
I kissed the corner of his mouth, my fingers digging into his hair. “Last door on the left,” I said breathlessly.
He nudged the door open with his knee then carried me to the white bed. The curtains were already drawn closed, and the lamp on my nightstand was on. He lay me on the edge, and I placed my hands against his overshirt and pushed it over his shoulders.
He straightened then let it drop down his arms before he grabbed my leg and slipped off one of my sandals before he did the other.
I undid my own jeans and lifted my hips to tug them off.
He hooked his fingers into the denim and started to help me.
“Take off your clothes.”
He smirked then stepped back, pulling his shirt over his head and revealing a rock-hard physique covered in beautiful ink from his neck all the way down into his jeans. Even with all the dark ink, I could still see the definition of his ripped body, the muscles of his stomach, the concrete slabs of his chest.
That made me rush to get my top off and then to unclasp my bra.
He kicked off his boots and then dropped his jeans and boxers underneath—revealing a fucking monster cock.
“Oh wow…” I said as I scooted up the bed, finally understanding the source of all that arrogance.
His knees hit the bed, and he moved over me before he grabbed my thighs and bent them back.
I felt like a man desperate for pussy, to sink inside the warm flesh of a woman for the night. Except I wanted a fat dick to fill me airtight like a plug. Wanted to be fucked like a whore and bent in all kinds of ways.
He positioned his face between my thighs like he was about to go down on me.
“Do I look like I need foreplay?”
He lifted his head and looked at me.
“Just fuck me.” I grabbed his arm and tugged him toward me. “Please.”
He moved over me, that arrogant smirk absent as his knees separated my thighs. “You never have to beg me, Francesca.”
I pulled my own knees back, bringing them on either side of my ribs. “I’m really flexible.”
He gave a sexy moan as he pinned his wrists behind my knees to keep them in place, having me open and folded underneath him.
Because his hands were locked in place, I licked my palm then swiped it over his head before I guided him inside me, feeling the searing heat of his flesh when I touched him. I rubbed him into my soaking folds.
He moaned again, his cock giving an involuntary twitch inside my folds before he started to sink.
It wasn’t smooth, like I expected it to be. While I was the wettest I’d ever been for a man, he was just so thick, with a girth as impressive as his nine inches of length. He had to thrust a couple times to push himself inside me, to finally open me enough for him to sink as far as my channel would allow.
We both moaned at the same time, loud and breathy, his voice deep and mine high.
He didn’t even have to be good in bed to make me come. With a dick this big, it wouldn’t take much.
He stilled inside me, his eyes piercing mine with an intensity I’d never seen another man produce. “Fuck, this pussy…” He started to move inside me, hitting me hard with each thrust, his dick hard as a steel pipe inside me.
I didn’t ask him to wear a condom because the second I’d seen that dick, I’d wanted it inside me, raw, skin-to-skin, our bodies sliding past each other in a gentle friction from my copious slickness.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I fucking looked at you.” He continued to thrust into me, hard and even strokes, his warm skin burning my fingertips with his heat.