Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 142640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 475(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 475(@300wpm)
Knock, knock. I wait.
Silence.
Knock, knock.
The door opens in a rush and my eyes widen, Giuliano is wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist.
His eyes drop down my body, I’m wearing a tight, hot-pink minidress with sky-high hot-pink stilettos, I give a little wiggle of my hips. “Room service.”
He smirks and, in one sharp movement, bends and throws me over his shoulder and slams the door behind us. “You know what I do with naughty room attendants like you?” he says as he marches through the apartment, I giggle as I hang upside down.
Bad things, I hope.
We walk through to the bedroom and into the bathroom and he puts me down on the counter. “Sit.” He kisses me quickly. “I have to finish shaving.”
Oh…well that’s not the bad things I was hoping for. “Okay.”
He turns his electric shaver on and rubs it over his face as he looks in the mirror. My eyes drop down his body, his chest is broad with a scattering of dark hair. His abs are rippled and his skin has a beautiful sun-kissed glow.
He glances over to see me staring at him. “What are you looking at?”
“You.”
“What about me?”
“When did you get so hot?
He smirks as he continues shaving, I watch him for a while. “Why are you shaving again? You shaved this morning.”
“Because.” He rinses the blades. “If I don’t shave again now, by two a.m. my stubble will be too rough for me to kiss you.”
I smile, Italian men.
“Oh….” I think for a moment. “What makes you think I’m a sure thing?”
Amusement flashes across his face.
“Huh?” I prompt him.
Without a word, he grabs my thighs and pulls my behind toward him in one sharp snap. He pushes me back so that I’m leaning up against the mirror and then lifts my two legs and places them over his shoulders.
We stare at each other as the air crackles between us.
He turns his head and licks up my inner ankle and I feel it deep inside. “Because when you wear slutty little dresses like this, you will do whatever I fucking say.” He pulls my panties to the side and rubs his fingertips through the lips of my sex.
I’m folded in half, up against a mirror with my legs over his shoulders.
Completely at his mercy.
“Won’t you?” he says darkly as he impales me with two of his thick fingers.
“Oh.” I whimper.
He jerks his fingers hard. “Won’t you,” he emphasizes as he waits for an answer.
“Yes.”
With his eyes locked on mine he works me with his fingers, massaging that perfect G-spot that no other man could ever find.
I’m instantly wet and waiting.
“I have a thing for stilettos,” he whispers as he pumps me. “Especially around my ears.” He undoes his towel and his large hard dick springs free. Holding himself at his base, he rubs his tip through my lips and I get a little nervous. In this position, he could really do me some damage.
“Careful,” I whisper.
He cups my face in his hand and leans in and kisses me softly, I smile against him.
This man….
Our lips meet again as he slides his cock deep inside my body and I feel myself ripple around him. He lets out a low whistle as arousal flickers in his eyes.
No condom…. Oh no.
We forgot a condom.
He straightens his arms wide on the counter and slides out and then back in.
Out…harder in.
Oh, fuck it, who cares, I’m not stopping now.
I want him to come inside of me. I want all of it, every last drop.
He gives me another slower pump and then he lets me have it. Deep thick pumps and my body begins to convulse around him. Sucking him in.
The hair hangs over his forehead and a sheen of perspiration dusts his skin. This isn’t a romantic moment; he’s not wooing me in a grand gesture of love. His body has taken over.
He needs to fuck.
Hard.
He wraps both arms around my thighs as he holds them together and close to his chest while he fucks me at piston pace. I look over his shoulder to see our reflection in the mirror wall opposite us. The sight nearly brings me undone, him naked and pumping me, hell for leather with no fucks to give.
Me, totally dressed and at mercy to his pleasure.
So hot.
He grabs the back of my head aggressively and drags my face to his, he kisses me. Rough and unapologetic, our teeth clash and then he bites my neck hard. Goose bumps scatter up my spine as I lose control.
Oh God….
“Come,” he demands as he fucks me. “You need to come.” He screws up his face. “Now.”
I smile, excited, he’s losing control and wants me to come before he does.
No way.
I want to win this round.
He keeps pumping me. “Chesk.” He moans.
“No,” I pant.
He grabs my two nipples and squeezes them. “Ahh,” I cry from somewhere between pleasure and pain, for some reason, the movement contracts my vaginal muscles. I slam hard headfirst into a freight train of an orgasm.