Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
It takes me a minute to gather my thoughts as the pleasure of her wrapped tightly around my cock has me ready to explode.
“Oh, God…” she whimpers as I feel her tense body relax beneath me. I begin sliding out and then rock my hips to push back into her, keeping my thrusts slow and measured as she wraps her legs around my hips.
She wiggles around when I stop.
“What? What are you doing?”
“Waiting on you.”
“For what?”
“I don’t think I can keep myself from fucking you hard and fast, Em. Your pussy is too fucking tight, and it feels too good. I need to be sure I’m not hurting you.”
“What you’re doing is the opposite of hurting me, Niko. I need you to fuck me.”
That breaks the tiny thread of control I have been desperately trying to hold onto. I start to thrust into her, hunger driving me as my balls pull tight to my body. I need to feel her pussy quake around me. Emilia’s head falls back against her pillow, her moans filling the room. Her nails bite into my back as she holds on to me. The sting of pain pushes me closer to the edge as I pick up the pace. She takes every inch, matching each thrust, and begging for more.
I rip the pillow from behind her head, shoving it under her ass. This new angle lets me push inside of her much deeper than before, my cock scraping against those silken walls of her pussy as they quake around me. My hands grip her hips. My fingers bruise her skin as I keep an unrelenting pace.
I’m hypnotized as her gorgeous breasts bounce as I ride her hard. Her greedy pussy takes every thrust, gripping me so fucking tight it’s heaven and hell. She milks me, her pussy has my cock in a chokehold.
“Niko!” she cries, as her orgasm rocks through her. She throbs around my cock, and I’m buried balls deep when she falls apart beneath me. Her pussy milks me, pulling me over the edge with her. I’ve never felt anything like it before. The pleasure is so intense it’s almost painful. I cry out as hot streams of my seed fill her.
When I have nothing left to give, her pussy still pulsates around my cock, while we ride out the aftershocks of our climaxes. I can’t pull out of her. I won’t.
“You’re mine now, Emilia.”
“I love you,” she breathes, her voice filled with pleasure.
“Me or my cock?”
She playfully smacks my shoulders. “You’re kind of a package deal.”
I move my hand along her neck, letting my lips graze her skin as I kiss my way up.
“I love you, Em,” I purr, nuzzling her ear.
“Niko…”
“I don’t have much experience at things like this, but I can promise you I’m not going to stop doing everything I can to make sure you’re happy.”
“I don’t have much experience in general—”
“We changed that tonight.”
A giggle slips out and she grins at me. “I guess we did.”
“We definitely did. I can’t wait to watch your beautiful body stretched with our child,” I croon, my cock swelling all over again with the image in my mind—especially when I feel her body quiver against me. When I look into her eyes, I know the idea makes her happy.
She wants it too.
Just the thought has me lying on my back, pulling Emilia with me—our bodies still joined. When she tries to move away, I hold her still.
“We’re not done yet, baby.”
“Niko.”
“You don’t have enough of my cum yet,” I groan as a fresh wave of wetness coats my cock.
“What?”
“I want you so full of cum that it’s sliding out against your legs, Em. Then, I’m going to stay inside of you and wait for my seed to take root.”
“But you just…”
I rock her hips against me.
“Oh,” she gasps. “That feels good.”
“It’s about to feel a lot better…”
“Quit talking and start moving, Niko,” she chastises.
God… I’m never letting her go.
CHAPTER 46
Niko
Eight Days Later
“Finish me.”
Dante’s words come out as a broken wheeze. I don’t know how the bastard can even find the air to speak. He doesn’t even resemble a body at this point. He’s a pulverized piece of bloody meat, hanging on a hook. Antonio must have washed the area off before I got here last night—but there is still a hell of a lot of blood scattered around the area where he’s dangling.
I don’t want to hear his voice right now. I’ve got too much on my mind. I look at the Louisville Slugger I’m more or less using as a cane at the moment and frown. There are metal spikes driven into the body of the bat, stopping only where the handle starts. The harder I hit an object, the more damage it inflicts. Yet, in eight days, I haven’t been able to feel satisfied with the amount of pain I’ve inflicted on Dante.