Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
A man the total opposite of a pit-fighting monster.
But Stefano’s something else. He transports me. He makes me forget who I am and that’s more valuable than money or breeding or a good last name.
He makes me want to be here, right here, in this moment.
Nowhere else but kissing him.
His hands move down my hips. I shift closer, feeling his thick, hard cock. He’s so stiff it’s pressing against me. Another thrill burns into my core. The idea that I can make a man like this so freaking hard, it’s unbelievable.
I never thought of myself like that before.
But now kissing him, it’s like I’m someone new.
Reborn in lust.
I tug at his shirt. He lets out a little grunt and smirks as he pulls it over his head. Muscles flex, more muscles than I thought a human torso could possibly have. I run my fingers down his chest, along his chiseled abs, and rest on the top of his jeans, curling under the hem.
His mouth traces a line along my cheek, across my lips, like he’s nuzzling into my taste.
“If you keep going, I can’t promise I’ll be able to stop,” he whispers, half a warning, more like a guarantee.
“I think we’re past that now.”
“Just making sure.” His fist tightens in my hair before letting go. He pulls off my sweatshirt, tossing it aside with a hungry snarl, and kisses my neck, feasting on it, his hands moving up my simple t-shirt to cup my breasts. I gasp in surprise and moan as he teases one nipple with his fingers before easily taking the shirt off too.
“Now we’re even,” I say, licking my lips, but he only laughs.
“Not quite.” The bra comes off next. I shiver as cold air touches my stiff nipples. His mouth brushes across my collarbone before he latches on to one nipple and sucks hard, tongue tweaking around in a circle, hand squeezing roughly. Not shy or holding back. It hurts and feels so fucking good. I lace my fingers in his thick hair, tugging. “That’s better,” he whispers. “Look at what you were hiding.”
“It’s better to hide in a place like the warehouse.”
“Pretty girls like you get looks in a place like that.” He runs his tongue along my breasts, bringing it back up to my lips. “Especially pretty girls with tits like heaven and a mouth that’s begging to get fucked.”
My eyebrows shoot up. Holy shit.
I’ve never been talked to like that before in my life.
“Are you saying you want to fuck my mouth?”
“I’m saying I want to fuck every inch of you.” He bites my lower lip. “I want to fuck your lips until you gag. I want to fuck your pussy until you come. And when you’re all mine, when you’re dripping wet and writhing and moaning and begging for more, I’ll fuck your tight little ass until you scream.”
Oh my freaking god.
I’ve never wanted to get fucked in my ass before in my entire life.
And now suddenly it sounds appealing.
What is the matter with me?
Eagerly, I tug at his jeans, unzipping the fly and pulling them down. I slip my hand into his boxer briefs and stroke his cock, moaning as he kisses me, dominating with his mouth. The man’s big, he’s thick and long, absolutely obscenely enormous. The sort of dick that breaks a girl to go with the sort of man to end my life. A little bead of wet precum’s at his tip and I smear it around his head, pulling him free and stroking him with both hands.
He moans and it’s the most delicious noise I’ve ever heard.
“Greedy fucking girl,” he says, eyes blazing now. “But I’m not done with you yet. Not even close.”
He shoves me back and I yelp as he drops to his knees, roughly pulling off my black skinny jeans. They don’t come off easily but he’s not daunted. His mouth finds my mound over my little black panties and a part of me wishes I had on cuter underwear while the rest of me is buzzing with how absolutely incredibly good that feels.
“You smell fucking incredible,” he groans, breathing me in before pushing my panties aside. He makes me spread my legs, my back supported against the wall.
Even down on his knees, he’s huge and has to stoop down to tongue me, front to back.
“Your taste is even better.”
I grip his hair, eyes rolling back. “I feel like you’re easily pleased.”
“Not even close, baby.” He devours me then, his mouth wrapping around my pussy as his tongue slides inside and back out again, licking and lapping, sucking, slurping, nothing shy about this man, not holding back. He nibbles on my clit and my legs start to shake as pleasure bolts down my spine in wild waves.
“Oh, fuck,” I say, one hand on my left breast, basically holding it tight, the other hand slipped through his hair and tugging. “I don’t think… I’ve ever been licked… like that before.”