Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Instead, he went to her clit, circling the bud as he fucked her with his fingers. He loved the sounds she was making, and she kept pressing her pussy up against his face. He wanted her dripping wet.
Taking her clit between his teeth, he sucked on the bud, using just a little pressure, then releasing it. He pulled his fingers out of her and slid them back in. Her pussy became wetter as he teased her clit. He was so tempted to keep teasing and never let her reach orgasm, but there was only so much restraint he had, and the truth was, he wanted to fuck her. He’d been craving her all week long, held himself back, and he didn’t fucking know the reason why. Now, he just wanted her.
Mateo focused on her clit, as he wanted her to orgasm, and the moment she went over that hill, he didn’t give her time to come down. He pulled his fingers out of her cunt, kissed her clit, and then quickly dealt with his own pants. He couldn’t believe he’d not already stripped naked. Pushing them off his body, he quickly got ready, then slid his cock straight to the hilt within her. At the same time, he looked into her eyes, waiting to see if he saw any signs of pain, only there wasn’t any.
He held himself deep within her, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm as her pussy squeezed his dick. He felt every little pulse, and it was amazing. Ella stared back at him, without a single hint of pain, and he took hold of her hands. Kissing her lips, he pressed her hands on either side of her head and then started to rock inside her. Going in deep, and then pulling out. Over and over, he did this, taking his sweet time. He had no choice but to grit his teeth because he was so close to orgasm, but he didn’t want to stop. He just wanted to keep going, to fuck her harder.
She was an addiction. Watching her as she looked up at him, he never wanted to look away.
He felt the moment she started to thrust up against him, and he loved it. Speeding up his thrusts, changing from making love to fucking. He heard her sounds, and every little noise was like sweet music to his ears. He never wanted her to stop. Driving in harder and deeper, he leaned down, took possession of her lips, and then he came, thrusting to the hilt and spilling his seed deep inside her womb.
He wanted to get her pregnant.
He wanted more ownership over her.
There was no way he wanted to give her up.
Chapter Six
Ella knew they couldn’t stay in his country home forever. They had succeeded in living there for a month. Then, duty called, and Mateo said he was willing to leave her at the country house.
That didn’t seem right to her, so she opted to come to the city. This is why she was in his apartment, waiting for him to return home. The meal she had prepared was already spoiled. He’d texted her and let her know he would be home by seven. It was close to ten o’clock.
She had eaten what she could of the food, but the rest had to go in the trash. Ella didn’t know if she should attempt to make him more food, or just wait for him to return home. She’d already taken a shower. Again, she hadn’t lingered too long in there as she wanted to be ready in case he wanted food.
As the minutes ticked by, she tried not to stare at the clock. She’d never been much of a television watcher, so sitting in front of it, flicking through the channels, held no appeal. The few books he owned were not her style. She was not into murder mysteries and was much more a romance girl. He didn’t have any romance movies, and if she was honest, she just wanted to wait for him to come home.
She didn’t like the feeling of panic that came over her. The time kept ticking. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. The sound of the clock was driving her crazy, which was kind of funny, seeing as she had been alone with this clock a few times now and never heard it before.
She couldn’t help but think of the tale he’d told her about people hating him. He was the bastard son of a boss he had killed. What if someone had managed to kill him? She didn’t like that thought, and it made her feel a little sick.
Mateo was a complicated guy. She knew he was amazing. She also knew he didn’t do good things all the time.
The past month had been a whirlwind. The moment he finally got over what was stopping him from having sex with her, they had had a magical time. She loved every second of the past month. He’d joined her in the garden, and they talked about everything and nothing.