Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 136731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
My voice husky with need, I plead for the last time, “You’re driving me crazy, baby. Now, please, for the love of God.” My hands slide up from his shoulders and gently cup the sides of his neck. “Kiss me.”
Ask and you shall receive.
The hand on my hip pulls me impossibly close and, without thinking, I hook my right thigh over Julius. The unconscious move has the tip of his thick, hard cock pressed up against the delicate material of my panties, the hot heat of him forcing a light moan from me.
It’s been so long since arousal shook me like this, years even. I had forgotten what an orgasm felt like, so when Julius reaches around me, gripping the cheeks of my ass in his hands, squeezing and kneading, undulating against my wet panty-covered pussy with just the right amount of pressure, I don’t even feel it coming.
My heart begins to race, and I feel like I’m free-falling. My eyes snap open, wide, and spots of color dance around the room. My mouth rounds in an O as Julius rolls his hips, causing firmer friction.
It’s right there.
Right there.
Right… there.
My nails dig into his nape, holding him against me. My cheek against his, I feel his soft panting against my skin, and it’s so fucking hot that I whimper. Softly at first, then louder, and louder again as my pussy begins to clench uncontrollably, my hips thrust in time with the contractions. I moan long and low, as if I were an animal in heat. I suppose it’s a fitting reaction considering I feel wild at this very moment. Ecstasy pulses through me, radiating outward throughout my entire body, and a sudden weakness has me barely able to keep my arms around him.
I’m a puddle of bliss, panting against his warm cheek.
My panties are now soaked. I can feel the wetness against my hypersensitive clit, and I shudder all over. Swallowing with effort, I place my lips against his cheek and mutter a hushed, “Sorry.”
His silent laughter makes me smile. He pulls back to look at me, his eyes soft. “You can apologize for a lot of things, Ana.” He brings his lips to mine, and utters against them, “But don’t ever apologize for that. Never that, baby.”
Julius leans into me, taking my bottom lip into his mouth, suckling on it. His full lips taste of mint and liquor, and my tongue darts out to lick him, following the seam of his mouth. He tastes like sex and happiness. Gripping me tightly, he kisses me. I part my lips, accepting everything he has to offer. His tongue brushes against mine. They dance together, mating, and I press my face closer, into his. He groans into my mouth, and my thighs tightens around his hips.
In a move that surprises me, Julius slides one hand up my back, over my nape, tangling his fingers into my hair, then growls, “Fucking love this hair. Don’t you ever fucking cut this hair.” His hand fists into the long, thick strands the color of dark chocolate and he tugs lightly, enough to make his point. “I will be pissed as hell, baby.”
At this moment, high on what could possibly be the best orgasm of my life, I would agree to anything Julius asked of me. “Cualquier cosa por ti, querido.” I close off by pulling against his hold, forcing him to let go of my hair, to place my lips against his, kissing his full lips as softly as I can.
Anything for you, my darling.
He moans into my mouth. “Fuck me. I can’t wait any more. My cock needs in you.” He kisses me, deep, wet, hot. His large hand cups my wet crotch, pressing his fingertip into the seam of my pussy and rubbing gently. His lip curls and his eyes flash, as he drawls, “You gonna let me in that tight pussy, baby? That hot, wet pussy?”
Oh, God. Such a pretty mouth talking such filth. So dirty.
I love it.
The things he’s saying are going to give me a heart attack and an orgasm, simultaneously.
I feel weak against him, so weak I can’t even make myself speak. Instead, I nod with enthusiasm, eager to feel him.
His eyes flash, clearly pleased at my willing response. Reaching up to his neck, he takes my hands and brings them down, past his stomach, lower still, guiding them down before wrapping them around his rigid shaft.
And that’s when I realize that’s a whole lot of cock.
“It’s so big,” I mumble as I run my loose fingers over the thick, inflexible heat. And this is not a good thing. I mumble this with pure misery, a frown on my face.
“Yes, it is,” he returns. He does not state this is an I’m-a-cocky-asshole way; he simply states the fact.
Goddammit, I’m so tired of being hurt.