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)
He laughs, low and sultry, as his fingers stroke me. He stares up into my eyes. My pussy glistens on his lips. He slides two meaty fingers deep inside before pulling them back and popping them in his mouth.
“Easy when you’re so damn tasty.”
“Filthy fucking man,” I moan, head tipped back, because god damn, that is dirty and I really, really like it.
He goes back to work, licking and sucking, and I can’t take it much longer. My hand squeezes my nipple and I pull his hair. That only spurs him on. He licks my clit like he wants to rub it away, and I’m grinding against his face like I have no morals.
When you’re getting licked by a demon, it’s better to forget about heaven.
Hell’s a better fit for me now.
And Stefano’s my devil. He’s my particular torture. I’m caught right on the edge of breaking apart for him, and he wants it almost as badly as I do.
What finally kills me is when he wraps a fist around his hard cock.
And slowly strokes himself as he keeps licking me.
Watching that big man, this monster of a fighter, rippling with muscle and oozing raw sexual masculinity, watching him stroke his precum-soaked cock with one massive fist, that finally wrecks me in ways I’ll never come back from.
I shatter on his tongue. I come so hard I nearly fall over. He doesn’t hold back as he eats me, moaning like he’s loving my orgasm as much as I am.
Finally, I finish, gasping for air, little spots bursting at the corners of my vision. I push him back, too sensitive for him to keep going, and he leans back sensually, licking his lips and smirking at me.
“Fuck,” I say, gathering myself. It takes a second to realize I’m still cupping one breast. I slowly lower my hand down, staring at him. “That was…”
“Delicious?” He raises an eyebrow.
“I was going to say really good but yeah, sure, that word works too.”
He slowly gets to his feet. His cock’s still hard as iron between us. I stare at the massive thing, licking my lips. Very sure I’m in way over my head. Drowning and loving it.
“Knees,” he says, a single word. A command.
I’m not usually the kind of girl who obeys, but right now I’m not exactly myself.
Slowly, I sink down, looking up at him.
His eyes blaze with desire. He doesn’t say another word. He doesn’t have to. We both know what he wants.
Hell, I want it too.
I reach out and take his cock in one hand. Slowly, I stroke him, feeling how stiff he is. How hard I made him. Every thick vein, every bump. He’s truly massive and I love it.
There’s nothing more intoxicating than making a man this excited. He’s hardly under control. And I know how to finally break him.
I lean forward, eyelids fluttering as I try to keep our gazes locked, and lick him.
Just a little bit. My tongue grazes the tip. I taste his precum, salty and warm.
And he lets out a fucking whimper.
I doubt this man’s ever made that sound before in his life. He’s probably taken vicious beatings, maybe even killed people. But not once has a sound like that escaped his lips.
But right now, with me on my knees, I have that power over him.
I’m in control.
He wants it so badly, I bet I can make him do anything, just with the promise of his cock in my mouth.
I lick him again. I get a deep groan. I take his tip into my mouth, licking it in circles as I slowly take him.
His fist grips my hair.
Guiding me, not pushing.
I’m still in control.
I take him deeper before pulling back with a gasp. I let my spit coat his shaft as I stroke him and look into his eyes.
He’s almost pleading.
“You like this, don’t you?” I tilt my head, smiling as I jerk him root to tip. “This is what you wanted?”
“Fuck,” he growls. “This is what I wanted.”
I take him in my mouth again. I suck him harder this time, cheeks hollowing. I revel in the noises of bliss he makes as I suck his cock, gliding back and forth, moving faster. I gag once but that only makes him moan louder as my spit dangles from my lips onto his tip.
I think about him stroking himself as he licked my pussy.
And decide it was a good idea.
I reach between my legs and slowly glide a finger along my slit as I suck him, feeling the energy of his desire roll into me, mixing with the pure vicious pleasure of my fingers on my soaking wet pussy.
“Enough,” he growls, fingers gripping my hair. He pulls me back and his cock exits my mouth with a wet, lewd pop.
That’s not a ladylike sound at all.
“Enough what?” I ask him sweetly, trying not to smile. I feel so beautiful and strong. I love bringing this man to hysterics with my mouth. With my tits. With my eyes and my body.