Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
I pull my fingers from her mouth and wrap them around her throat. She melts into me, pressing the naked skin of her back against my erection.
“You want to come, cara?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I release her, and she watches in confusion as I settle onto the bed. Sprawling out across the mattress, I fold my arms behind my head.
“Then make yourself,” I tell her.
Her eyes burn a path over my body, consuming every inch of ink and muscle. When her attention drifts to the cock resting against my stomach, she stares at it like it’s her next meal.
“What do you want me to do?” she asks.
“Get creative.”
Her nipples tighten as she approaches the bed, uncertainty flickering across her face. She isn’t sure where to begin, but I trust the little deviant will think of something. I know she has a running list of ideas buried in that head of hers.
She eases herself onto the mattress and crawls to me—another snapshot burned to my memory. I watch in silence as she tries to work out the best way to climb on top of me. If I were directing her, I might suggest she sit on me and sink my dick inside her.
She opts for a different approach, clambering over me to straddle my hips. From this angle, the size contrast between us is darkly amusing. She has to split her legs wide open to sit astride me. Fortunately, she’s flexible, and I can’t complain about the view.
I have a wide-open shot of her obscenely hot breasts, and I’m banking on the fact that I’ll see them bouncing around soon.
She settles her palms on my chest as her wet pussy cradles the ridge of my cock, pinning it against my stomach. I anticipated being swallowed by her warmth, but I’m not opposed to this either. Particularly when she starts to rock her hips and use me like a slip and slide.
I relax and enjoy the show as she arches her back and grinds her clit down on me. Right now, I couldn’t drag my eyes away from her if I tried. Everything about her is soft, feminine, and wholly unfair to the male species at large—but especially me. I shouldn’t be this attracted to someone I loathe.
She has no idea the depths of my obsession, or the lengths I’ll go to satisfy it. This compulsion to own every piece of her is twisted as fuck. But I had six long years to make peace with this demon inside me. Now that I have her, I’ll never let her go.
“Angelo.” A frustrated breath escapes her.
She wants my hands on her, but I’m not done punishing her yet. One for lying to me, and two for Genevieve. I need her to understand that when she doesn’t play by my rules, she loses the privilege of coming so hard her brain melts.
“You can do it,” I tell her. “How do you usually make yourself come?”
Her soft green eyes meet mine. “I think of you.”
My hand settles on her hip in warning. “Don’t lie to me.”
She ignores the threat, closing her eyes as the confession spills from her lips. “I think of coming to visit you in prison, and letting you do whatever you want to me.”
Well, fuck. I didn’t expect that.
Now all I can think about is her with her hand in her panties, touching herself as she thinks of me. I want to ask her what kind of depraved things I got up to in these fantasies, but that might give her the impression I actually believe her.
When she opens her eyes again, her expression is raw with sorrow. “I tried so many times to see you. But you denied every visit.”
I’d be a fool to accept anything she tells me. Maybe it’s because she’s on my cock and my brain isn’t functioning like it should, but I can’t find a trace of deception in her eyes. The problem is, if she did come to visit me, I was never made aware of it.
Saving that information for later, I redirect the conversation.
“What would you have done if I'd let you in?”
She considers it for a moment before she leans closer. “I would have wanted to kiss your mouth, but I would have settled for this.”
Her lips skim over my jaw, then she kisses her way down my neck. She licks, sucks, and bites at me like it’s her only purpose in life. The rational side of me knows I shouldn’t let her do this, but I’m not telling her to stop either.
When I give her an inch, she takes a mile, lying her body over mine, tits pressing against my chest. She drags her fingers through my hair and mewls as she grinds down harder on my cock, soaking me with her arousal. From this angle, I’m close to slipping inside her—and that’s exactly where I want to be.