Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“Keep your promise if you want me to be yours,” she commands. I lift my head and smirk at my queen, who blushes the second my eyes land on hers.
“Don’t be embarrassed, now. Tell me what you want. You want to come on my face and you’ll get it, baby girl.” I drop my head onto her slit, parting her lips and licking her sweetness. My tongue teases the slick hole, causing her to crawl up the bed, trying to fight the arousal while clawing for more.
“Dario,” she says my name so pleadingly, begging for more.
“What do you need?” I ask, looking up at her and she’s blushing, unable to say what she needs. “Take what you want.” I slide one finger inside, testing and teasing her entrance, watching her mouth part and her tongue peek out as a gasp escapes. My tongue returns to her pleasure nub, sucking on her tender spot and enjoying the sounds coming from my love. Fingering her pussy, I stretch her as much as I can because tomorrow I plan to tear her apart.
Sweat beads on my forehead and down my back, and I feast between her legs. Her fingers move into my hair and then May’s thighs shake, orgasm ripping through her. I growl and bite her thigh lightly before licking her clit and letting her come harder.
Once she catches her breath, I smile and then growl, “One more time.”
As she comes down for the second time, I watch with satisfaction. I’ve not only done my job in pleasing my future bride, but I’ve also done it so well that she didn’t even notice the ring I slid onto her finger. Still, I go for a third orgasm, eating my woman until my jaw hurts and she’s creaming all over my face.
Biting and nipping all the way up her body, I cradle her for just a brief moment.
“Dario,” she whispers. “What about you?”
“Sleep, amore. Soon you’ll be my wife, and then I’ll be deep inside you.” Once May collapses into an exhausted sleep, I wash up and then come back to bed, wrapping my woman in my arms.
Chapter Eleven
May
I’m groggy and out of it while my phone buzzes and Dario places kisses between my thighs. Did he really eat my pussy until I passed out last night? Oh my goodness. Finally I manage to reach my phone and see it’s my sister. I turn in bed to shush Dario, who is growling and biting my flesh. Why is this man my kryptonite? He touches me and I’m weak.
“June,” I answer on the last ring, voice cracking.
“Hey, what the hell is that message all about?” June snaps as soon as I pick up the phone. Shit. Dario was right, the prick. Does he have to be good at everything?
“Seriously, girl. I told you. I’m on my way there now.” I try to clear the sleepiness out of my voice, but she caught me off guard and my blackmailing, soon-to-be husband was teasing my body.
“Actually, your text didn’t say shit.”
“Listen, her mom takes care of her grandparents, but her mom’s ill. She can’t leave because she has kids and a dick husband, so she asked me if I could do it. They are willing to pay me, so I told Coleman I quit last night. I only had a week left, anyway.” I’d been planning to leave after graduation, hoping to land something better even if it meant joining the academy. With June’s job, I could have made that decision a lot easier. Although now that’s completely off the table.
“Okay. Seriously. You’ve got me worried. You never do anything like this. Does January know where you’re going?” Shit. January. Why did I just forget all about her? Damn it, Dario.
“I sent her a message, but she’s on assignment with that asshole boss of hers,” I answer.
“Oh, no. She’s with that fucking pervert. I thought she was going to report him or something.”
“Possibly, but it’s not safe.” I hate that guy and if he messes with January, I might actually have Dario deal with him. Damn, maybe I’m not as good as I thought.
“What about the whole thing with your boss? I know she was working on that story about him and his dealings,” June says. Suddenly she lets out an, “Ouch.”
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“One of the cleaning crew accidentally bumped me with a cart.”
“Oh, are you okay?” I ask my sister, wondering what the hell is going on. I hate her working for those people she doesn’t know well. Maybe I’ll ask my dickhead husband-to-be to look into them to make sure they’re being good to June. Hell, he probably already knows who they are.
“Yeah, just a small ache.” June says it in a funny way.
Dario sucks on my nipple, and I hold back a moan. “Well, I’ve got to go. Be careful, and I’ll call in a few days to check on you.”