Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
My cock is swollen with need, smashed between our two bodies. Every little movement she makes pushes on the fucking muscled beast. He wants her, just as much as I do. Feeling the flutters inside her pussy, I move my finger in and out of her ever so slowly, forcing myself to go slow.
“Oh god…” she whispers, as if she’s sinning by the saying the very words.
It makes me smile knowing how dirty and bad I’m going to make her soon. “You going to come again for me? I want to feel your virgin pussy clench around me,” I murmur into her ear, then bite hard on the soft flesh.
Her body shakes, and her hands grip onto my arms as if she needs them to hold her to this world. “I-I feel it…”
I can’t see her face, but I fucking wish I could. “Your body’s tightening, your pussy is squeezing my finger so tight, my cock is jealous. Come for me, baby. Come all over my hand…” Then, as if she’s following a direct command, her body shakes against mine, her pussy squeezing me tight, making my cock jealous with every single fucking flutter. God, I’m so envious of that finger right now, I don’t even want to look at it.
I want Elyse, and I want her bad. She’s not ready, and I know that, so I won’t push her. Instead of fucking her like I want, I decide to do something else, something just as good.
“I want to see your face. Turn around and sit in my lap.” My cock jumps when she stands on wobbly legs, her face speaking every emotion she’s feeling as she turns around in the tub and comes face to face with me. Kneeling with her knees outside mine, she sits her bare pussy against my thighs, my thick member caught between our bodies.
I reach out for her, my hand cupping her warm cheek, my thumb gliding across her plump pink bottom lip. I can see how flustered she is, how consumed with need she is for me.
Her blue eyes sparkle with excitement, her small hand resting against mine. Looking at her now, I know she’s gotten beneath my skin. She’s inside me, and I’m consumed by her, obsessed with her.
“Do you want me…?” her voice trails off, her eyes dropping to my cock.
Fuck, will I be able to handle that, her hand touching me, jacking me off?
“I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you.” My voice cracks, arousal dripping from every single word. Fuck.
I trail my hand down her chest, feeling it heave with nervous breaths, her heart hammering against her rib cage.
“W-What do you want me to do?” she asks.
I almost smirk. So much, baby, so much... I nearly say it, but instead, I take her hand and guide it to my stiff cock. As soon as her soft hand wraps around my length, I hiss out through my teeth.
Jesus.
“Am I doing this right?” she asks, her eyes alluring as she moves her small hand up and down, up and down. Her grip isn’t hard enough for me, and I worry I might hurt her feelings by telling her that, so I wrap my hand around hers beneath the water and pump, every glorious stroke bringing us closer and closer together.
“Fuck, Elyse…” I tighten my grip around her hand, making her stroke me harder and faster. I need more, I need it rough to come, but I don’t want to push her too far or scare her off. Taking my chances anyway, I growl, “More. I need it harder.”
At my words, a new feeling reflects in her eyes. Lust and the desire to please me are still center stage, but my admission of wanting it rougher has sparked some fear within her.
Even with that fear, she does as I ask and strokes me harder, more ferociously, her hand squeezing me like I wish her pussy could.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as the pleasure of her touch rips through me.
I stroke faster, feeling the water slosh more and more. My grip tightens on hers as I fist my cock within our hands. With her new roughness, she drives me closer to the edge. Heat rolls through my belly as my muscles tighten, working up to the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life—at least from a hand job.
I blink my eyes open momentarily and gaze up at her. Her expression cannot be described. Excitement. Curiosity. Love? Love…an emotion I hadn’t experienced since my mother. I’ve never loved anyone but her, and the fact that my obsession with Elyse is turning into something more scares me.
I groan, my orgasm hitting me full force as her sweet lips press against mine. Ropes of sticky cum shoot from my cock into the water. Elyse pulls back with a gasp, realizing I finally came, her eyes going wide. “Did I do good?” Her singsong voice fills my ears.