Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
He eventually carried me to the bed and placed me on the bedding like I was fragile glass. He dug his hands under my hips to the tops of my tights, and he yanked everything down to my ankles. He dropped his jeans and boxers and let them sink down his knees to his ankles before he tugged me to the edge of the bed with my ass hanging over. He left my sports bra on and pressed his big hands against the backs of my thighs to open me the way he wanted.
And then he entered me, his enormous head pushing through my folds and forcing its way inside. It took a moment for him to reach the arousal that had melted from his kiss, and he gave a quiet moan when he felt it.
I fucked him bareback and asked him to come inside me without really thinking about the consequences. I knew I was clean, but was he? I’d jumped his bones so fast that I didn’t go through all the proper steps to make sure we were being safe. It was the heat of the moment, and I got swept up in the forest fire and let it burn me to ash.
He gave a hard thrust and pushed himself inside me, filling me with depth and girth, penetrating me until there was nowhere else to go. He hooked his hands over the tops of my thighs, and he tugged me into him, right where he wanted me.
I moaned, and halfway, it turned into a quiet wince, because he was a big man with a big dick.
But there was no such thing as too much dick.
Towering over me like Notre-Dame over Paris, he thrust into me hard and fast, giving me his full length every time like a construction worker with a drill. He’d walked in the door with an insatiable thirst and went straight for the watering hole. His core was as tight and thick as his arms, and watching him flex and tighten to fuck me was a turn-on of its own. His hands shifted my legs, bringing my knees closer to my waist, bending me like a hot pretzel from the mall, Forum des Halles.
He pounded into me with a speed that didn’t stop, his dick a piston in a V8 engine of a Maserati, fucking me like an animal in the middle of spring. And he looked so fucking hot doing it, like I was watching porn on my laptop with my fingers between my legs. Except this was real—and this was better.
I planted my hands on his stomach, and I moaned at the feeling of his strength, the way all the muscles moved to give him the power of an ox. His tight ass worked to fuck me, and I wanted to dig my nails deep into his flesh.
My climax shot off like a cannon that had a short fuse. Drops drained from the rivers in my eyes and streaked toward both of my ears. The pleasure was just so good, it took my breath away, but it also made me moan uncontrollably. I emitted a mixture of cries and moans and whimpers, the pleasure meeting a crescendo so high it felt like pain.
He fucked me harder as I came, giving me more of his rock-hard dick that pounded into me with greater power. He’d thrust into me at top speed since the beginning, never taking his foot off the gas.
I wanted to come at least once every three lays, so if I were seeing a guy who struck out all three times, I moved on to someone else. But so far, Luca had been two for two, and he didn’t want anything from me. He didn’t take me to dinner. Didn’t want to get to know me. Wasn’t looking for a woman or a wife.
But whenever he was physical, he was a different person. He said few words, but he showed so much of himself when he was intimate. He was selfless and giving. He was connected, looking into my eyes instead of flipping me over to stare at my ass. The concrete barriers he put around himself simply weren’t there.
“Come inside me.” My hands went to his arms to feel the bulging muscles there, my thumbs skimming over his rivers of veins. “Please…” It wasn’t usually a turn-on for me, but it was a turn-on for men. And now, it was a turn-on for me…because it was him.
His jaw clenched when my words had their desired effect. The veins in his neck popped. His abs hardened. The shadows cast between the muscles grew more prominent as his core tightened. He gave his final pumps, sweat beaded over his chest, his eyes borderline angry because they were so intense.
I snaked my hands up his arms to his shoulders. “Give it to me—”