Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“You taste incredible,” he says as his fingers push in deep and he sucks on me. My back arches as pleasure blasts into my brain and I don’t know how long I can hold out like this. I’m moaning with my panties in my mouth and my legs wide open. My fingers curl into the countertop, and this guy is extremely good at cleaning me up as his tongue laps and his lips suck and his fingers do their filthy work.
“Fuck, you sound so good, baby,” he says, fucking me with his fingers, going nice and deep and hitting that incredibly juicy spot. “With those panties in your mouth, you filthy fucking girl. I’m glad you spilled that drink on me, because now I get to lick you up and make you come all over my tongue. That’s better than whiskey, baby.”
Holy mother-freaking hell, the mouth on that man. I grind my hips against his lips and I can’t handle any more. I’m way beyond bliss, way beyond pleasure, tipped so far over the edge I’m dropping into the abyss. I’ve gone insane, and if this is what madness feels like, lock me the fuck up because I belong in the nuthouse for the rest of my life.
I come for him, hips grinding, and the big beast sucks and fucks me with those fingers as I’m blasted with pure bliss. He growls and moans like he’s getting off too, and I swear to god, those filthy, obscene noises only make my orgasm that much more intense.
When it’s done. I adjust my dress so I’m not sitting on the bare counter anymore and tuck my tits away as he stands back and stares at me like he’s taking a mental picture. Slowly, I spit my panties out.
“You are fucking gorgeous,” he says, and I take him in, all of him. I can see the outline of a long, thick cock straining against his wet pants, and his forearms are pulsing with muscle and veins. The scars on his left hand disappear up into his shirt, and he tucks that hand behind his back when my gaze lingers on it for too long.
“That was—” I start, but what the hell am I supposed to say now? That was great, thanks for the oral, but I gotta run?
He reaches out, takes my panties, and shoves them into his back pocket. “These are mine now.”
“Uh, okay, I guess you can have a souvenir, but I should, uh—”
“And now you need to clean me.”
My eyes widen. I stare at the massive cock straining his pants, but he leans forward and presses his fingers against my lips—the fingers that had been buried inside of me just a second earlier. I open my mouth and lick him clean, heart pounding the whole time. I stare into his eyes, brain going haywire, a delicious smirk on his lips—
When there’s a pounding at the door. “Boss, management’s getting pissed.”
“That’s our cue,” Davide whispers. He kisses me gently one more time and I’m surprised by how tender it is. He lingers for a moment, hands on my hips, before helping me down off the counter and holds me there, eyes staring into mine like he’s trying to read my mind.
And if he could hear my thoughts, they’d go something like: holy shit, that was the best orgasm of my entire life and what the hell was I thinking letting some freaking stranger go down on me in my own brother’s club, I am going to get freaking murdered along with a whole lot of wordless screaming.
“Enjoy your keepsake,” I say and pull away from him, hurrying to the door. He doesn’t stop me this time.
I open it and step out, forcing myself not to look back, and find the two thugs standing in the hallway fending off a bunch of pissed-looking guys. I promptly turn on my heel and march the other way as a bunch of shouts and jeers follow in my wake.
There’s an emergency exit at the end of the hall and I shove through it, stumble out into the chilly night, my dress still damp, with no panties on and no clue where Giorgia is. I’m wondering what the hell I just did and who the hell I even am right now, but a grin breaks across my face as I pull out my phone to call a cab to get me the hell out of here.
Chapter 3
Stefania
The law firm of Cougar and Mellon is quiet on a Monday morning. I get in early, squeeze into my desk at the far corner of the cube farm, boot up my computer, and have two minutes to sip my coffee before Giorgia appears behind me with her hands on her hips.
“What the hell happened to you Saturday night and why have you been blowing me off ever since?” She’s smirking at me like she knows something happened and I try not to turn a very revealing shade of scarlet.