Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Marcella grabbed my head and hummed her approval. The sound of the water below the pier and distant voices carried over to us.
“Do you have anything we can lie on?” Marcella asked in a breathless voice.
“Only my jacket, but I think you won’t need it. I’ll keep you warm.”
Marcella grinned knowingly when I helped her out of my jacket and spread it on the ground then lowered Marcella and myself on it. The lawn was soft enough so my jacket was all we needed. Our lips met with less urgency than ever before. The kiss wasn’t rushed. We really discovered each other’s mouths.
I stretched out between Marcella’s legs and resumed my teasing of her breasts. When she became restless, I allowed my lips to discover her ribs then her belly button. The heady scent of her arousal reached my nose and what little blood had remained in my brain now descended into my pants as well. I moved lower and teased Marcella’s pussy lips apart with the tip of my tongue before I caressed along her seam. She was slick with her need for me. Knowing I wasn’t the only one who’d gone almost insane with desire in the last few weeks set me at ease.
“Oh Maddox,” Marcella said thickly as stroked her sensitive folds with the tip of my tongue before I used my piercing to tease her clit. She responded with a low moan and a new flood of arousal. I took my time. I didn’t want to rush this. The gentle thrusting of her hips and the way her fingers kneaded my scalp were good indicators I was doing it right.
Time lost its meaning. Watching Marcella lose herself completely to my touch, forgetting everything around us, even the small possibility of being caught, was rewarding in itself.
I needed to be inside of her. I needed to remind myself that Marcella Vitiello was really mine from her perfectly painted toes to her coal-black crown. I tongued her faster, growing impatient. Her moans picked up, her nails digging into my skin as she gripped my biceps almost desperately.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered thickly.
As I circled her clit, I slipped two fingers into her, stifling a groan at how tightly her walls gripped me. Everything faded to the background as I buried my head in Marcella’s lap and lost myself in her heat and taste. Her fingers raked through my hair and she moaned in the most beautiful way. She arched up and I gave her clit a sharp tug, sending her over the edge.
She cried out, not holding back for the first time. That throaty, lust-filled scream almost made me come in my pants. I watched her, mesmerized by her wanton expression. But even in passion, Marcella looked elegant, as if that invisible crown was still firmly in place.
Eventually I stopped and Marcella’s breathing slowed. My own need was almost unbearable now but I loathed to break the moment. Luckily, Marcella did. She sat up and pushed me down instead. She made quick work of my pants and soon my briefs joined them on the grass. My cock already had a heartbeat of its own. Marcella kneeled beside me and curled her hand around the base of my shaft. She gave me a coy look as she tossed her long hair over one elegant shoulder.
I hadn’t expected it and nearly burst as she bent down and took me into her mouth. Considering how often I’d imagined that moment, it was bound to disappoint but somehow she managed to beat my horny mind. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she sucked my cock. Her silky tresses fell forward, curtaining her face. I quickly brushed them back then held them up when they threatened to fall again. I needed to see her to believe it.
Sometimes her teeth grazed my cock or she had trouble coordinating her hand-mouth-movement. It reminded me that this was the first time she did it. I was the first guy she did it with, and that made every sloppiness so much sexier than I ever thought it could be.
“Stop,” I growled and gripped her shoulders, gently pushing her back. “I need to be inside of you, Snow White. I can’t wait another second.”
I gripped her hips and helped her straddle me. My eyes took in her dusty pink nipples against the paleness of her skin, the shiny black silk of her hair against my skin. My eyes dipped lower to where our bodies joined. I teased her clit with my piercing until she panted softly once more. Then I positioned my fat tip at her entrance and lifted my hips. Her lips opened wider, her tongue sliding along her upper lip. She exhaled as she took more of me in.
This was the moment I would have gladly died. If Vitiello wanted me dead, he could kill me and I’d die a happy man, especially knowing he’d be sick knowing I banged his beautiful daughter. Marcella lowered herself until her ass cheeks touched my balls. Her lips parted for a soft moan, her walls clenching around me.