Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 101247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
“Why? You don’t think I could be as good as your whores?” I ask defiantly.
He watches me, his dick throbbing hard between us. “My whores?”
“Yes, your whores. I bet you never told any of them they’re not ready for your whole cock.”
He looks at me quizzically, as if he can’t understand me. “You want to be treated like a whore?”
“Well…”
Suddenly, he wraps his hand around himself and pumps. “Get on your knees.”
“What?”
“You want to be treated like one of my whores?” He climbs down the bed and stands on the edge. “Then leave the bed and get on your knees.”
A strange excitement courses through me as I obey immediately, sinking to my knees before him. He stands over me, pumping his dick in my face. I’m soaking wet.
“Mouth open.”
I part my lips, anticipating him. Slowly, he touches the bulbous head of his dick to my lips, and I close my mouth around him. He pulls out, his eyes squinting in amusement.
“Open your mouth, little pearl, and do as I say.”
I open my mouth, and he touches his dick to my tongue again. “Keep your mouth open,” he instructs, pushing himself deeper.
“Good girl,” he encourages. “Just like that.” He fucks my open mouth for a few seconds before pulling out again. He stares at me silently.
“What’s the matter?” I ask.
He sinks his left hand into my hair and yanks my head back. “Nothing. I’m going to fuck you hard, the way I’ve been meaning to do since the first time I saw you. You hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He grabs his dick with his other hand and pushes himself into my mouth. “Now suck.”
As I suck him, he fucks my mouth until I gag. But it doesn’t matter, because I can see that he has lost all control, and I am the one with all the power. I love his labored groans and how hard his legs quake the harder I suck. He tugs my hair and pounds into my mouth like his life depends on it. Suddenly, he pulls out, picks me up like I’m a doll, and throws me onto the big bouncy bed.
He’s between my legs before I can catch my breath, and I scream when he sucks my pussy into his mouth, lapping my juices like it’s the elixir of life. “Oh God! That feels so good,” I moan, spreading my legs wider.
He slips one finger inside me while sucking my clit and rubbing his face all over my sex. I’m one inch away from a mouthwatering orgasm when he pushes himself up and buries himself entirely inside me. My eyes roll back with pleasure.
Valentino wraps a hand around my neck as he begins to fuck me fast and hard, the bed quakes with the force of his thrusts.
“Valentino,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I’m going to come.”
“Come then,” he urges as he captures my nipple into his mouth and slams into me. My body tautens as a massive wave of such pleasure rolls through me that I feel as if I have reached up and touched the bright stars in the night sky. Valentino pulls out of me and falls on the bed, pulling me into his arms.
“You didn’t come,” I say shyly.
“Hmm.” He kisses the curve of my shoulder. “Rest a bit, we have all night.”
I laugh and turn in his arms to look at his handsome face. I cannot believe I’m lying in his arms like this, and all I feel is softness. None of that hate or anger.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“You.”
“What about me?”
“How fucking hard it is for me to stay away from your body.”
“I’m here. Why this thought? Are you going somewhere?”
He smiles and smooths my hair back from my face. “There are still a few things I must do while I’m here so I’ll be gone all day tomorrow.”
“Oh!”
His eyes soften. “Are you going to miss me?”
“No.”
He tweaks my nipple. “What did I say about lying?”
I laugh and slap his hand away. “I’ll miss your cock terribly,” I whisper, reaching for his throbbing erection.
He sucks in a breath. “Francesca…”
“Shut up, Don Barone.” I slide down the bed and take his throbbing cock in my mouth.
Chapter Eighteen
VALENTINO
Francesca moans in her sleep and turns in my arms. Then she flings one dainty hand over my face. Gently, I pull her hand away and tuck it neatly into her side.
I gaze into her unaware face.
Every time I look at her, I’m blown away by her beauty, and even more so now that she’s sleeping willingly in my arms. These past few days have been nothing short of a wonder. I hoped Francesca would give in to her attraction to me eventually, but I never imagined it would be quickly or so completely.
Still, she held out long enough.