Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Does that feel good, kitten?” I whisper. “Do you like it when I touch you?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “I like it.”
I slip beneath the lace of her panties, finding her soaked for me, stroking, teasing, pushing her to the edge before withdrawing, savoring the way her body jerks with need.
“This… what we’re doing, it’s a game I like to play. Do you understand?”
She nods, her lashes heavy with arousal and submission. I palm her breast and pinch her tight little nipple, hungry to discover every part of her. “If you want me to stop, just tell me… say fermari and the game will be over.”
Another nod. A promise unspoken. I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear.
“Now, get on your knees, Aemelia. Get on your knees for Daddy. Show me what a good girl you are.”
I brace myself for hesitation, for the lingering defiance I saw in her eyes during those first days when I spanked her sweet ass, made her kiss my feet, and touched her without permission. But there is none. This time, she slides to the floor without a trace of hatred or reluctance, her palms resting on the ground, her wide eyes full of trust and need. I touch her cheek with the fingers that smell of her and spread my legs. “Take me out,” I command. “See what you’ve done to me.”
Her nimble fingers make quick work of the belt, my button, my zipper, her touch hesitant but eager. She pauses at my boxer briefs, tracing the rigid outline of my straining cock.
“See what you did. See what touching your pretty pussy does to me.”
Her tongue swipes over her bottom lip as I reach to palm my dick. It aches in my grip, the skin stretched tight, engorged with blood and heat. At the top, a pearl waits for her tongue.
“Look at what you do to me, sweet girl,” I rasp, fisting myself roughly. “You make me so hard, kitten. You make me lose my fucking mind.”
As I stroke my cock harshly, she watches. “Give me your hand.”
Her dark eyes flick to mine, searching. Then she shakes her head just a little. Oh, Aemelia. How perfect you are, waiting for my order. “Give it to me.”
She lifts her right hand from the floor slowly, reluctantly, playing my little game in a way I didn’t expect. I take it roughly, pressing her palm to my fabric-covered thigh, sliding it up and up until she’s close to my dick. “You want to make me feel good, don’t you, princess? Like I’m going to make you feel good.”
Taking the tip of her index finger, I coat it with my arousal and rub it over her lip. “Taste me.” My dick thickens as she licks her bottom lip. “Now, touch me.”
I curl her fingers around my shaft, the first touch of her small, warm hand like a lick over my balls. Showing her how tight to hold me, I move her hand up and down in long, hard strokes, twisting on the way up and down. “No,” she whispers, a fragile protest. “I don’t want to.”
But her hand doesn’t stop. And she doesn’t say the safe word.
She’s mesmerized, her fingers moving over me, and I feel the victory settle deep in my bones.
“Your mouth. Give me your mouth.” I cup the back of her neck, tugging her closer. “Open.”
She obeys, and I guide her, pressing the thick head of my cock against the flat of her waiting tongue. Like she understands the complex tapestry of my black heart, she remains still, waiting. Her warm breath gusts over the head, and I close my eyes, forcing myself to remain in the moment before.
“Such a good girl,” I praise, my voice tight with restraint. “Now suck.”
The wet heat of her mouth is perfect, a slow, torturous slide that has me groaning. She learns quickly, working me over, and I take a mental picture of this moment, knowing I’ll never forget it.
“Eyes on me, Aemelia,” I hiss, the clasp of her lips a perfect pressure. Slow, up and down movements draw my belly and balls tight.
“Good,” I growl. “So good, kitten. You know just how to make Daddy feel good.”
As I tip my head back, relaxing into the slow slide of her mouth, the door to the penthouse slams close, and footsteps thud against the marble.
“Luca?” Antonio’s deep voice thunders through the space, cutting into my pleasure.
“In here.”
Aemelia stiffens, but I keep my grip firm, holding her in place. “Don’t stop,” I order. She hesitates for a moment, then continues as Antonio enters the room. When he takes in the sight of Aemelia on her knees between my wide-spread legs, his confident stride falters, and confusion flickers over his expression. Behind him, Alexis comes to a halt, but he’s quicker to regain his composure and quicker to smile.