Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Show me how you play with yourself, baby. Give that slutty clit some attention,” I order, dropping my pants and grabbing my hard shaft. The engorged head is leaking precum already.
“Fuck,” she moans, looking at my cock and eagerly reaching between her legs. The second she makes contact, it’s like an explosion. She comes with a shudder, liquid shooting from her.
I nearly come right along with her, learning I have myself a generous sharer.
I’ve been with all kinds of women, but the ones who can give you gratitude in the form of squirting? Those are women sent from the gods.
“Lick your fingers clean. Now,” I growl.
I’m warped, my mind wrapped in lust and overtaken by what her body is going to offer me tonight. Uncensored fucking. Her body will be used by me, a personal house of worship where sinners beg for penance. We will do things that would make even the saints turn away.
Bringing her fingers lazily to her lips, she licks them, making a show out of it, one that makes my cock that much harder.
“God, I taste good. You want to try some, Valiente?” Emelia quips and taunts me so well that I don’t wait a moment longer. She may think she’s able to tease me, but I don’t like being toyed with. She wants it, she gets it, but in my own way.
Grabbing her ankles, I flip her over, roughly grip her hips, and pull her up on her knees. Before her yelp completely dissipates, I dip low and lick her engorged clit, following up with such a harsh bite to her pussy lips she lurches forward. I grab her hips violently and pull her slit back to me.
“I’m not done with you. Move away again, and I won’t give you the foreplay. And trust me, you need it for what I have planned.”
Gulping loud enough I hear it, she nods, and I slap her ass so hard the skin and fat reverberate, and the sight has my cock throbbing. I love a body that gives me more than just a hole to empty into. I need depth, in body and in life. She has both, and I loathe but welcome it at the same time.
I do not love her, but slowly, I can see myself not despising her.
“Yes, sir. Please, make me come,” Emelia begs. I don’t respond as I let that plea replay in my mind while lazily licking her clit and up her center. Looking up the long line of her back, I see her trying to look back at me while I lap at her. But she fails, this position making it impossible.
“Left, princess. Look left… in the mirror, while my tongue fucks this tempting little asshole.” I point my tongue and plunge it into her backside, the puckered hole stealing my attention. I rub at her clit with the intention to make her come so hard she will be wet enough to take me all the way. I’m large and thick. There’s no way she’ll be able to take me without enough preparation.
“God, Nico, that feels…. Fuck! Oh!”
I’ll admit that loud lovers were never my thing, but Emelia? She makes it sound like music. I will fuck this asshole, and her mouth, and her pussy. All of it. The jealous man in me will erase any lover before me. Because no one, and I mean no one, can compare to Nico Dante Valiente. I’m arrogant, prideful, and cocky, the worst traits any man can possess, but I do it so fucking well, and she will beg for it.
“Come again, Emelia. Reward me. You owe me a thank-you.” I slap her clit.
“Oh fuck! Fuck you!” She detonates around my plunging fingers, cursing me while she does.
“Good girl. Now, be a good wife and hate-fuck me, Emelia, because we all know you want my well-trained cock.” I drop onto my back, positioning myself on the pillows, placing my hands behind my head. I watch her breathe heavily, trying to regain control.
“Condom?” she asks, finally moving and straddling me. What a sight. Beautiful, full breast, a soft stomach, and thick thighs so deliciously wrapped around me.
“We don’t use them. You are my wife, and we will never have sex with condoms,” I tell her.
Her eyes penetrate me.“I’m on the pill, but how do I know you’re clean?”
“I tested before the wedding. You’re fine. Now what are you going to do, Emelia? I’m growing impatient, and I’m ready for my wife to show me what a dirty slut she can be.” Her thighs clench, and she audibly whimpers, a failed attempt to hide her obvious arousal from me.
“Ride me, wife. Become the official regina of this outfit.”
The queen.
My match has been made. And we are about to dance on the graves of those before us.
Slowly, she lowers herself on me, hissing as she takes each inch, and I let her have full control. Watching her take pleasure is like the high that comes with an illicit drug. Euphoric. Each inch. And she fits me tightly—oh fuck, the tightness.