Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
A devilish look swept over his face as his voice lowered. “Now, ask me.”
“M-may I suck your cock?”
His smile was filthy. “Now, beg me.”
“Can I please, please suck your cock, Rocco?”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He exhaled shakily, eyes flaring as he loosened his grip. I brought a hand around it and pumped it once. Twice. He cursed under his breath, grip tightening. “Suck it or don’t, Lenora, but if you keep looking at it with your innocent eyes, I’m going to shove it down your throat, and you’re not ready for that.”
Pleasure spiked through me. I pressed my legs together as I leaned in and licked from his balls to the tip, my tongue swirling on the head before I took him in my mouth. There was no way I’d be able to fit all of him, but I did the best I could, licking and sucking. I looked up and found him watching me, a look of wonder amid the fire. It made me take him deeper.
“Fuck. Yes.” His grip tightened. “Just like that.” He thrust into my mouth. “Good girl. Just like that.”
I squeezed my legs together, feeling myself getting wetter with each praise. I didn’t know why that turned me on so damn much. Or maybe it was just the way he said it to me. He pulled me off suddenly and growled as I licked my lips around my mouth.
“Lie back.”
I did, getting on my elbows to watch him again. He reached down and grabbed a condom from his sweatpants, one hand on his dick, pumping as he looked at me with those cloudy blue eyes.
“You don’t know how fucking hot you look right now.” He bit his lower lip and shook his head as he opened the condom and slid it over himself.
I wondered if he brought it for me or if he always carried one around just in case. I pushed that thought away before it made me irrationally upset. He spread my legs open further, bringing his fingers back between them, his face inches from mine.
“I don’t know how much more I can take,” I whispered, gasping as he hooked his finger and found that damn spot again. My back arched as he pinched my right nipple. The familiar warmth spread through me again. I began to move against his fingers as the pressure continued to build.
“Let go,” he said, a command that shook my body.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuck.”
He positioned himself between my legs, kissing my jaw and my chest. I held my breath when I felt the tip at my entrance. I knew it would hurt, and he was so big that it would probably hurt even if I weren’t a virgin.
“Try to relax,” he said, pushing inside. He shut his eyes and stopped. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“What?” I searched his face. He looked like he was in agony.
His eyes flew open. “I should probably tell you this before I’m completely inside you.”
“What?” My heart stopped thinking of what the hell it could be.
“I’ve never fucked a virgin.”
“Never?” I felt my brows pull. Could that even be possible? How? He’d been a virgin once.
“You’re my first.” His lips twitched a little as he rocked his hips slowly against me. “And fuck. I don’t know if I can go slow.”
“Then go fast.”
“I’ll hurt you if I go fast. Just give me a minute.” He breathed out and pushed inside a little more.
A jolt of pain shot through me. I squeezed my eyes shut as if that would lessen it. He spread my legs wider, pushing deeper, deeper. Tears sprung from my eyes as I bit my lip to keep myself from making a sound. He seemed to sense this and reached for a t-shirt I had draped over a pillow. He wound it and put it in my mouth, smiling at whatever I looked like. He thrust in a little deeper and caged me as he lowered himself.
“Scream for me,” he growled in my ear as he pulled out and thrust in one go. I screamed. He hissed. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
He kept thrusting slowly in and out, and I could tell he was holding himself back. The way his muscles roped and his face pinched, I knew this wasn’t how he normally fucked. If my tears were any indication, I didn’t think I could handle him going faster. He brought his hand between us and began rubbing my clit as he moved.
Pleasure replaced the pain, and he moved faster, going deeper each time. I moaned loudly around the shirt in my mouth and whimpered at the loss of him when he pulled out again. He kept his eyes on me as if trying to memorize what brought me pleasure and pain. He thrust hard, all the way in, knocking the wind out of me with the force, and started to fuck me. My body bowed off the bed as I screamed against the t-shirt.