Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
His eyes closed in ecstasy and he made a purely male sound deep in his throat. My pussy wept in anticipation. Without warning, Ettore stood, yanking me up with him. My body lurched as he tore down the zipper of my dress, hauling it roughly off of my body. And as I stood there in my lace lingerie and black pumps, I crossed my arms over my front in a poor attempt to cover myself.
I heard it a millisecond before I felt it. The hard whack across my ass had me hissing out in pain.
Ettore clicked his tongue. “Silly girl.” My butt throbbed viciously and I fisted my hands by my sides to stop myself from lashing out. He noticed, of course, and he laughed menacingly, “Oh, do it. I fucking dare you. Let me loose.” I forced myself to calm and he actually seemed disappointed. “No? He tutted, “That’s no fun.”
With a firm hand between my shoulder blades, I was propelled forward. I stumbled onto the bed, losing one heel and when I saw Ettore, fast paced and coming at me, I did something stupid.
I scrambled on my hands and knees, trying to get away.
He grinned, lunging forward and caught my ankle easily. “Where do you think you’re going?” An effortless tug was all it took and I was caught. I was a fool to feel both terrified and excited. I panted as he placed a heavy hand in the center of my back, holding me down, while my ass remained high up in the air. When I felt him flick the waist of my panties, I struggled but it was purely for show. “Look at this. A gift for me, all nicely wrapped up. Let’s see what’s inside.” I was starting to understand what he liked. I struggled again as he ripped my panties down to my knees, exposing me, then came in close and breathed against my pussy, “Oh, baby. You shouldn’t have.”
My cheeks blazed.
Surely, he wasn’t going to…
All at once, my eyes rolled back, my mouth rounded and my toes curled as Ettore flattened his tongue and licked me from slit to crack. He licked me once, twice, then dipped his tongue inside of me, reaching, tasting, and I departed this world.
Death by indulgence wasn’t a bad way to go.
I hadn’t noticed he released me until both of his hands rounded my ass, kneading both cheeks as he ate my pussy. I moaned quietly, horrified to find I was actually enjoying this. And he… Good God, the sounds he made.
He grunted like a hungry animal, and I, devoured as his willing meal.
I peered back and my stomach dipped. There was something inherently filthy about being exposed the way I was, almost completely nude and finding him fully dressed as he took what he wanted from me.
The thought had me bucking back against him.
This pleased my husband. I know this because he pulled his tongue out of me long enough to growl, “If you want to come, you’ll fuck my mouth.”
I did want to come. I craved it more than anything. I wanted it to fill his mouth. I wanted him to taste it. I was a good girl.
For him, I would be anything he wanted me to be.
I bucked, thrusting backwards. I did it over and over, again and again, and every time I did, Ettore’s tongue licked down low, glancing my clit. I fought for it. Oh God, I warred for a piece of heaven. And then, I was making restless sounds as I threw myself back into him, fucking his face. Wet, squelching sounds bounced off the walls. My clit began to swell, my hot pussy clenched and my stomach tensed as I felt it approach. He sucked at my puffy lips, groaning in pleasure. My entire body tightened and a low whine escaped me. Ettore slurped at my wet hole like I was a rare delicacy and, right then, I believed him.
More.
A little more.
Please.
My head flung back, my eyes fluttered and I panted without shame.
Right there.
That pant turned into short high-pitched cries of pure bliss. Ettore gripped my ass so hard I knew it would leave marks. Then, suddenly, it hit me like a fucking freight train. The abrupt scream that left me turned my throat raw on the inside. My body strained as I shook through my orgasm. And Ettore drank it up with a low groan of fulfilment.
My husband let me fall forward onto the bed. I gasped through the lingering pleasure. Somewhere behind me, I heard clothing rustle and before I had even come down from my high, Ettore flipped me over, yanked me forward, lifted my legs, lined himself up and plunged forward. My face turned pained. A weak cry left me as his thick cock stretched my raw, tender pussy but when I looked up at him, I seemed to forget all about the discomfort because Ettore was naked.