Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
When she finished, her screams turned into quiet moans. Those quickly turned into gentle whimpers as her pussy relaxed and the tenderness began.
I wanted to keep going, but I wanted to come more. Every time I watched her get off to my big cock, I wanted to enjoy her in the same way. My fingers tightened around her neck, and my thumb rested in the corner of her mouth. I loved possessing her, owning her. I loved dumping my seed inside her because I owned that tight little pussy just like the rest of her.
I gave a few more pumps before I released with a growl, dumping all of my seed inside her. The orgasm was long and powerful just like it was yesterday, and I was quickly addicted to the sensation. I’d never been with another woman and experienced the same carnal satisfaction. I’d never touched myself and experienced the same high.
Adelina was the only woman who could give it to me.
19
Adelina
When I woke up the following morning, I was in my bed.
With Cane beside me.
I was wrapped around his body, like usual. I couldn’t recall cuddling with him while I was conscious, but I obviously did it during sleep. Somehow, my body found comfort sticking to his. I had been used to having a chain wrapped around me during all hours of the night. Now I was used to sleeping with Cane instead.
The second I opened my eyes and stretched, he woke up too. He opened his sleepy eyes and looked at me, staring at me first thing in the morning. His eyes looked bright that morning, beautiful in a threatening kind of way. Several heartbeats passed before he adjusted the sheets then moved on top of me.
His cock was hard and pressed against my stomach, and his lips found mine for a good morning kiss.
I kissed him back automatically, my lips now morphed perfectly to his. I’d kissed him enough times that I expected every embrace. I knew exactly how his lips would feel once we touched. As if I were on fire, everything burned.
He positioned me underneath him and inserted his length inside me, sliding in smoothly even though I’d only been awake for a moment. I didn’t have time to get wet, but somehow, I was. He pressed his face to mine as he rocked into me slowly, grinding his pelvic bone right against my clit. He breathed hard as we slowly woke up together, our bodies coming to life by using each other.
Perhaps it was because it was first thing in the morning, but I was already about to explode. I could feel the tension in my core as well as everywhere else. I dragged one hand down his back while I settled the other in his hair.
The orgasm struck me suddenly, his cock hitting me in the sweet spot perfectly. Like the head of his cock found a button inside my walls, he hit it hard and made me writhe. I held onto him harder as the orgasm swept through me, and my screams entered right into his ear.
He gave a few more pumps before he came inside me with a quiet groan. He filled me up just like he did last night, giving me all of his come. Even when he was half asleep and rocking into me slowly, he still made me come. “Morning, Bellissima.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, his thick hair brushing against me, and kept his slowly softening cock inside me.
He said that to me many times, usually in a possessive or affectionate way, but I had no idea what it meant. Tristan used to call me a cunt. I hoped whatever Italian nickname Cane had given me was more respectful. “Why do you call me that? What does it mean?”
He pulled his lips away and looked into my face, his eyes still heavy with sleep. Now he seemed just as tired as he had before the sex. He had this natural way of looking handsome no matter what his mood was. He was hard like a man should be, quiet like most powerful men were. He had a hidden threat always sitting in his eyes, obvious to anyone who looked his way. But that danger didn’t scare me like it used to. Now it almost made me feel safe, that his aggression was aimed at the rest of the world—not me. “It means beautiful.”
Cane got ready for work, and I made him something to eat downstairs. There was leftover breakfast from the weekend, so I heated that up and made a batch of coffee. While he was gone all day, I had the house to myself. It was nice to have my own space and freedom, but being alone just made me sad.
All I thought about was how many days I had left.