Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
"I want to fuck your ass, Emmy," he rumbles. "I want to give you something so intense that I burn all the fear of today away."
"Yes," I pant, pushing back into his hand. Anything to feel him inside of me, to be one with Alessandro. I trust him.
His finger rubs back and forth over my tight ring, making me shudder. I’m nervous, but my arousal wins out.
"So fucking sexy," he growls, leaning down to kiss the back of my neck. Then he's gone, and I hear the sound of the nightstand drawer opening, followed by the snap of a bottle opening. A moment later, he's back, and I feel the cool touch of lubricant as he drizzles some between my cheeks.
His finger swirls through the slick liquid, rubbing over my puckered hole before slipping inside. I gasp at the strange intrusion, but the pleasure of the sensation quickly takes over.
"So fucking tight," he groans, thrusting his finger in and out. "I can't wait to fuck this virgin little hole."
I whimper, rocking back against his finger. He adds a second digit, stretching me carefully.
"That's it, tesoro. Take it. You're going to look so fucking gorgeous with my cock buried in your ass."
Sandro slowly works me open, adding a third finger when he thinks I'm ready, until I'm practically begging for more. He gives my ass a playful smack, then he pulls his fingers out, gripping my hips tightly.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes," I moan. "Please, Daddy."
He lines himself up with my ass, then begins to press forward. The pressure is intense, but it doesn't hurt. It feels incredible. I take a deep breath and push back against him, and his cock slides inside of me, inch by tight inch.
"Fuck, Emmy, your ass feels so good."
"Yes, Daddy. Please fuck me."
He doesn't need any more encouragement. His grip on my hips tightens and he starts to move, thrusting in and out of my ass in slow, deep strokes. The feeling is overwhelming, and just like he promised, all other thoughts leave my mind. There's only room for Sandro and the things he's making me feel.
"Oh, God. Yes, Daddy!" I cry, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Fuck me harder!"
"So fucking tight," he growls, slamming into me. "Such a good girl for me."
His hand slides around to my pussy, finding my clit and using his thumb to stroke it back and forth. Sharp, clear pleasure shoots through me, and I keen his name.
"Are you going to come for me?" Sandro grunts, his thumb working faster. "Are you going to come on my cock while I fuck your ass?"
"Yes, Daddy, yes!"
I can barely think, let alone form words, but I know I'm about to fall apart. Sandro knows just how to touch me to make me lose control, and he isn't letting up. The pressure in my core is building, threatening to explode...
And then it does.
My orgasm hits like a hurricane, crashing over me in wave after wave of pleasure. I scream his name, my entire body trembling as I ride the waves of ecstasy. Sandro groans, his hips stuttering against mine. "Fuck, tesoro, I'm going to come."
"Come for me, Daddy," I gasp. "Come in my ass."
That's all it takes. He slams into me one last time, burying himself to the hilt. I feel his cock pulse inside of me, filling my ass with his seed.
We collapse onto the bed, spent and satisfied. Alessandro pulls me into his arms, kissing me softly. "Are you okay?"
I nod. "Yeah, I'm perfect, actually."
He chuckles. "I'm sure you are. I'll be right back."
He slips out of the bed, and I watch him disappear into the bathroom. A moment later, he returns with a warm washcloth. He cleans me up, then tosses the cloth aside and joins me in bed again. I snuggle into his arms, letting out a happy sigh.
"You really are perfect, tesoro," he murmurs, stroking my hair.
I smile against his chest, feeling totally safe for the first time since I heard Marco behind me. Despite all of the trauma from today, Sandro has eased my worries, and in minutes, I'm fast asleep in his arms.
A week later, I'm back at my desk, feeling more rested than I have in a long time. I've spent every night since the incident at Sandro's apartment, and while we haven't done much more than sleep and have sex, I can't deny how much I like waking up beside him every day.
Now, though, something feels off. Sandro is working himself to the bone, and while he keeps me close, the flash fire connection between the two of us has cooled somewhat. He isn't hiding that we're together anymore, that's for sure, but with Marco and his cronies gone, the entire DeLuca family has been in an upheaval. No one is ever really concerned with me, but now I might as well be a ghost.