Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
She battles to surface from her dreams. Her eyelashes flutter. She utters another soft protest.
Her inner muscles clench around my cock, sucking me deeper into velvet wetness. Fuck. She’s so tight, it’s like shoving my shaft into a clenched fist. A lubricated, slick fist.
My restraint is already weak as it is. Now? It snaps. I surge all the way in, burying my groin against her ass.
That wakes her up.
She strains her neck, eyes flaring, looking at me from over her shoulder. “Angelo.”
Yeah, that sounds perfect. I pull out and thrust again. Gasping, she hollows her back. We’re both slick now. I slide in and out with ease, working her gently, coaxing her muscles into relaxing and letting me in however I want, whatever I choose to give her. Shallow. Hard. Soft. Deep.
I’m breathing fast already, my head as drunk as my body, but I pay attention to the signs. She scrunches the sheets in her fists, lifts her ass to meet my thrusts, and moans as she sets the pace. Faster. Harder. Deeper. These are her choices.
I give her what she wants, all of it, rocking when she does and slamming into her when she pushes back. We’re not messy and disjointed like last night. We’re quickly getting the hang of this, getting to know each other’s bodies and trigger points. Hers is when I slide a hand between the mattress and her stomach to massage the little bud I sucked all night.
She hisses when I accidentally rub my wrist over the mark on her skin. I change my angle, making sure I don’t irritate the spot, and when I pinch, her body arches like a string on a bow. My climax hits me like an arrow. I’ve come in my fist plenty, but shooting my load in her pussy is different. Incomparable. A ton and then some more satisfying.
Leaning on one elbow, I kiss her shoulder and withdraw my hand from between her legs. Our chests move rapidly. Our skins are covered with a layer of perspiration. I only pull out so that I can watch my cum drip down her thighs. She tries to close her legs and roll over, but I pin her in place with a palm on the small of her back, only easing up when I’m satisfied.
She twists around, her pretty brown eyes shooting sparks. “You like that, don’t you?”
I sit back on my heels, letting her watch. “What?”
Her gaze is drawn to my cock. “Watching.”
“So do you.”
She flushes. “You know what I mean.”
“My cum dripping from your cunt? Yeah, that’s one hot and juicy sight.”
Her face turns scarlet. “You’re crude.”
“But you like that too.”
She flinches, looks down, and then she pales. She all but falls back on her ass as she scurries away from me, shifting up to the headboard.
“What have you done?” she exclaims.
Many things. Too much to answer. I only observe her as the truth settles on her pretty features.
“You fucking prick.” She sounds breathless, as if she’s battling to draw air into her lungs. “You fucking branded me. Like a cow.”
It’s obvious. No answer is necessary except for, “Not like a cow.”
She scoots to the edge of the bed and tries to jump off, but I catch her wrist. “I warned you, Sabella. That’s something you’ll learn about me. I never bluff, and I always keep my promises.”
Her bones are fragile beneath the vise of my fingers. So small. Her slender arm trembles in my hold. “You shaved me!”
“I could only apply the mark on smooth skin.”
“While I was sleeping.” She yanks, trying to free herself. “Wait. It was more than sleeping. You did something to me. You pressed on my neck. It hurt. And then it’s all a blank. What did you do to me?”
I rub a thumb over her pulse. “I put you out so you wouldn’t feel pain.”
“Wouldn’t feel pain?” She scoffs. “It’s hurting like a bitch.”
“Now, yes. I tried to minimize the friction by turning you onto your stomach, but you must’ve rubbed against the pillow.”
“Me?” She covers her breasts with one arm. “You were the one fucking me from behind.”
I can’t help but smile. “If I remember well, you fucked me right back. Came real hard too.” I dip two fingers between her legs and catch some of the slickness. Holding my hand in front of her face, I say, “This is more than just mine. Smell it if you don’t believe me.”
Her eyes blaze. She slaps my hand away. “Go fuck yourself.”
“That’s no longer necessary. We’re doing such a good job of it together.”
She utters a cry. “I hate you.”
“You don’t have to. You’ll make it a whole lot easier on yourself if you like me. You know you want to.”
She grits her teeth. “Let me go. My head is killing me and that burn you inflicted on my skin is hurting like hell. I need painkillers.”