Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
I run my hands along his strong jaw, loving the two-day old scruff. "Crystal clear, Fabio. Just remember that I’m just as crazy jealous and will need constant reassurance with daily orgasms at the very least.”
"Tesoro, I can't promise it will be good the first time, but I'll try to get myself under control."
"Well, you can make it up to me later."
We both smile with the tiniest little laughs, but it’s quickly replaced with a serious intent in his eyes. With a cocky smirk, he whispers, “At least once a day.”
Fabio cups my face, his hands strong yet there’s a slight tremor in them as he brings his mouth to mine. Passion, hunger, and longing are clear in his caramel eyes before they close, and his lips kiss me so tenderly. My riotous emotions demand we move faster, but I want this moment to last.
Reaching up, I slide my hands down his back, wishing he was already naked so I could feel his taut muscles with nothing between us. His tongue caresses mine as he grinds his hips against my pelvis, sending his length over my mound. I want this man like my next breath.
I need more.
“I need to see all of you,” he growls like he’s reading my mind.
“Please,” I moan, watching him step back. I rise up and slide off his sweater. I do the same, leaving me in my prettiest bra because I had a feeling I’d give this man every bit of me today if he’d take it. From the look in his eyes and the tent in his pants there’s no doubt where this is leading to.
“Fuck, you’re…wow…so perfect. Now get rid of those pants or I’ll rip them off myself.” We’ve already seen each other naked, but this is different. This is so much more. I lift my hips and slide down my pants, revealing a pair of Christmas tree panties.
“Damn, it’s my own personal wrapping paper.” He licks his lips, grabbing his cock through his jeans. Fabio steps onto the floor and then removes the rest of his clothes. It’s my turn to wet my lips, tongue darting out as I watch his massive cock bounce against his stomach. His body is a work of art that I get to enjoy.
“Come unwrap your present,” I say, arching my brow while slowly sliding my hand over my mound, cupping my pussy through the material that is absolutely soaked.
A low growl rips through him like wild animal. “Don’t touch my gift. It’s mine and I can tell you now, I don’t like to share my things.”
“Selfish.” I pout but don’t stop.
“Possessive and proud of it.” He kneels on the bed, swatting my hands away. Fabio’s talented fingers grab the fabric and yank, ripping them off me.
I shoot him a look a pure shock. “Hey, I liked those.”
“I told you—wrapping paper. It gets shredded, but I’ll make sure you have plenty of new pairs every year.” He dips his head and presses kisses down my body until he reaches my pussy. Licking me until I’m about to burst, he rises up and pushes the tip just past my slit. I gasp as the pressure intensifies almost to point of pain. Our eyes are locked on each other as he lifts one of my legs over his hip while his other hand fists my hair. With a hard tug, he kisses me rough before driving his cock all the way into me. I bite on his bottom lip and then cry out.
It doesn’t hurt as much as I expected, but the rush of multiple points of contact sends pleasure and pain through me, and I don’t know which I enjoy more. Slowly, I open my eyes and see Fabio looking down with concern, his lip bleeding.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m the one who’s sorry. I hurt you.”
“In such a good way. Please don’t stop now. Kiss me and I promise not to bit so hard.”
“God, woman, I love you so damn much.”
“I love you, Fabio. More than anything in the world.” We kiss and rock together, moving slowly, working our bodies until we pick up the pace. Every thrust is met with words of need and promise of forever. I have no doubts anymore about my man. “Fuck me harder,” Fabio.
“Quiet, woman.”
“I’m so close. I’m going to come,” I cry out.
“Come quietly or there will be trouble,” he growls. “No one gets to hear your orgasms but me.”
Well maybe I want to be in trouble. He grips my throat a little bit aggressively, but it’s not hurting me at all. “You want trouble, don’t you, bad girl?”
“Yep.” He grinds harder and faster.
“Shout down these walls before kids fill these rooms.”
“Yes. I’m coming, Fabio. Yes.” I orgasm. I guess it liked that because I could feel his thickness pulse in me and then he slams once more and then pauses, spilling his seed all over my fertile walls. We feel our release hit us fully. Our voices rip through the room until his mouth cuts off my screams.