Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
I was the kind of woman that waxed, so my body was always in tip-top shape. I loved the way he looked at me, like he’d never seen a sexier woman in all his life. There must have been hundreds of gorgeous women before me, but like they didn’t matter, I was the only one he was thinking about.
We’d done it missionary the last two times we’d had sex, so I turned over and arched my back, showing him the prominent curves of my ass. I let him look at me from a new angle, seeing me in a way he never had before.
His knees sank into the mattress behind me, and then his large hands moved over my cheeks, his thumb swiping across my asshole. “Fucking perfect.” His hands moved up my back to the back of my neck. He squeezed me harshly before he pressed his mouth to my slit and kissed me.
Kissed me good.
I closed my eyes and moaned, loving the aggressive way he ignited me instantly. It was rare for a man to have the balls to handle my cunt with his mouth, and Bosco didn’t hesitate for a second.
He pulled his mouth away and moved up my arched body, kissing my other entrance.
I moaned unexpectedly, shocked that Bosco would move to that territory next. I gripped the sheets underneath me, enjoying it but also feeling disturbed at the exact same time.
“Every inch of you, from your mouth, to your pussy, to your ass, is fucking perfect.” He shifted back to the balls of his feet then abruptly turned me over, rolling me to my back with my head on his pillow.
He moved on top of me, separating my thighs with his and pressing his throbbing cock against my wet pussy. His pretty eyes locked on mine, and he slowly ground against me, stimulating my clit with his impressive thickness.
My hands moved over his chest, and I officially stopped thinking about anything remotely logical. All I thought about was this beautiful man and letting him have me. I wanted him to take all of me, to put me on his list of best women he’d fucked. I wanted to mark this bed with my shape, to leave my scent on the sheets so he would remember me when I was gone. I wanted to come around his dick over and over and not care what happened the following morning.
He settled on top of me and then rubbed his nose against mine. “You look even more beautiful in my bed.”
“More beautiful than all the others?” I whispered, my hand exploring the muscles of his shoulder.
He kissed the corner of my mouth. “No contest.” He kissed the other corner. “And I knew you were jealous.”
“Is this where you fucked that other woman?” One of the things I liked most about Bosco was his complete honesty. He gave truthful answers, even if you didn’t want to hear them. It was refreshing compared to the bullshit excuses other men made.
“Yes. Right here.” He continued to grind against me. “This is where I fucked her and wished she were you.” He kissed me, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. “The moment I realized I needed to get you in this bed and never let you leave. The moment I knew I only wanted you.” He sucked my bottom lip again before he looked me in the eye, his eyes filled with lust and longing.
Those words shouldn’t have made me soften, but they did. I felt my body relax into his sheets, felt my heart fill with more longing. His words weren’t some line to get me on my back, and that meant something to me. I wasn’t jealous of the woman he had just fucked days ago. If anything, she was jealous of me.
“I love looking at you as I fuck you. You’re too beautiful not to look at.” He pointed his cock at my entrance and slowly slid inside.
It felt so good at the moment that I almost didn’t stop him. Skin-to-skin with so much arousal between us, he felt like a godsend. He stretched me even better, my soft flesh enveloping his hardness perfectly. It was so good, my nails sliced his skin.
But then I found the strength to resist. “Condom.”
He held himself on top of me, his eyes narrowed on my face. “No.” He sank a little deeper.
I bit my bottom lip because it felt so right, so good I actually moaned. “Put on a condom, or nothing happens.” This time, I pushed him in the chest, forcing him not to go any deeper. He was using my arousal against me to get what he wanted, but I wouldn’t let that happen. “Now.” I pushed on his hips, forcing his big dick out of me.
He reached for the nightstand and grabbed a piece of paper instead of a condom. He handed it to me as he stared down at me, waiting for me to read it.