Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“Oh, God!”
“Talk to me, Cecilia.” I wanted to use her full name. I got the feeling everyone called her CeCe and I wanted to be different. I wanted the whole experience to be different. “Tell me what you like. What you need. Tell me, and it’s yours.”
“Put your mouth on me.” Her voice was so soft I almost didn’t hear her.
I looked up, meeting her gaze and holding it for several seconds. “You want me to eat this beautiful pussy?” I sucked her nipple between my lips again and gave a strong suck, flicking the bud with my tongue.
“Yes, Atticus. So fucking much!”
With a growl, I tore my lips away from her breast, my eyes flaring with lust and hunger I had no hope of disguising. She was wet, ready for me, and I wanted to take her that very second. Wanted to fuck her until I took us both to oblivion. But if I could bring her pleasure, if I could show her that sex could be fun and joyful and all the things women like to read in fantasies and romance novels, then I’d take care of myself later. Likely to visions of Cecilia writhing on my bed on the verge of madness as I pleasured her to infinity and beyond.
“Fuck, Atticus, please,” she begged when I hovered over her pussy, my mouth a breath from her flesh. Her hips rose to meet my fingers where I continued to stroke and tease. Her breathing was ragged, her face flushed. I could see her eyes glazing over, and I knew she was close.
Never looking away from her beautiful face, I lowered my mouth to her pussy and swiped my tongue through her wet folds.
“That’s it, baby. Let go,” I whispered to her, trying to coax her into embracing everything she was feeling. To just… come.
When I closed my lips around her clit and sucked while fluttering it with my tongue, Cecilia exploded in a wet rush. She screamed, her fists tightening in my hair as she ground her hips, rubbing her cunt firmly over my face where she needed it most.
I’d been around the block a time or two. I’ve had more women than I wanted to think about. Most had a good time. Ain’t saying I satisfied every woman I’d ever been with, but if I didn’t it wasn’t for lack of trying.
This woman, however, made me feel like a fucking king. She made love with abandon, embracing the pleasure I gave her and reached for more. I knew it was purely instinctual on her part because no prostitute, no woman whose job it was to make a man feel good, ever let herself go like this.
Cecilia shuddered beneath me, her body trembling in aftershocks of pleasure. I could feel the heat washing over me, but I refused to let myself get swept away just yet.
“You all right?” I asked, my voice hoarse with need.
She nodded, her eyes glazed over with pleasure and shock. “I-I think so?”
I barked out a laugh. “You think so?”
“Yeah. I’m not really sure.”
“What can I do to make you sure?” I let my beard rub over her bare mound as I looked up at her. I kissed the skin just below her navel before nipping it slightly with my teeth.
She sucked in a breath, her eyes going wide. “Do that again,” she whispered.
I did. This time, I laved the skin I’d abused with my tongue before delving my tongue into her belly button. She whimpered, her skin breaking out in goose flesh, her nipples drawing impossibly tighter.
“Talk to me.” I rubbed my chin back and forth. I knew my beard was precariously close to her clit but not quite hitting it. I knew because her hips bucked spastically while she continued to whimper. Her chest and face were flushed and she still had this adorably dazed look on her face.
“Will you… do that again? Eat my pussy?”
I grinned. “Ain’t nothin’ in this world I want more, baby.”
Chapter Four
Cecilia
I didn’t even want to think about how many men I’d had sex with in the past. Never, with all those men, had one of them ever gone down on me. There were a few who’d touched me, but mostly it was a fuck-me-from-behind kind of thing where they got their jollies, or else they had me suck them off. Most of the time, it was in degrading ways that made me want to vomit.
It wasn’t for me to question. I went where Ettore told me to go. He didn’t send me to a man with stipulations on what he could or could not do to me, or have me do to him. He wasn’t allowed to kill me and that was pretty much it.
This whole thing with Atticus? I didn’t know what to do with the sensations. I wouldn’t say I’d never had an orgasm before, but if I did, it was an accident and likely early on in my… service to Ettore. And never like this. Masturbation? Yeah. No. I could honestly say this was the first time I’d actually enjoyed sex.