Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Without breaking eye contact, my fingers find their way under the elastic hem of her sweats. Her breath grows choppy as I trace the lips of her cunt through the thin fabric of her panties. She's already soaked.
My name escapes her lips in a strangled gasp when I flick the drenched fabric aside and delve a single finger inside.
"Oh God. Mattia."
Her walls tighten around my finger, clenching, pulling it deeper.
"That's right," I growl. "You'll learn to say it right, cara mia."
She tenses and then relaxes into me when I add another finger. The look on her face is pure bliss as sweet surrender morphs into raw need.
I fuck her with my fingers until she's trembling on the edge, seconds from going over. She gasps and trembles, shaking in my arms.
I pull back suddenly.
"Knees," I command, removing my hand from her sweats and stepping back to give her a little space.
"Mattia," she pleads.
"Knees, topolina. Now."
She stares at me for a long moment—desire and fury warring in her expressive eyes—before slowly dropping to her knees. She's a beautiful contradiction on her knees before me—frightened little mouse and feisty, fiery temptress all wrapped in one.
"Good girl." I thread a hand through her raven hair, tilting her head back. "You're going to learn some manners, Aurelia."
Frankly, I don't give a shit if she learns manners or not. This is about power. About teaching her just how much of it she really wields. She may think she doesn't belong in this world, but she's wrong. She's my fucking queen. She fears nothing and no one, not any longer. We do what the fuck we want, where and when we want. No one tells us no. No one stops us.
Her eyes flash with a hint of rebellion before it bleeds to anticipation. Her lips part slightly but she says nothing. She wants this too much to fight me.
Interesting.
I keep my eyes locked on her face as I unbuckle my pants and pull my cock out, my hand wrapped around my length. Her gaze drifts down, her eyes widening as she catches sight of it.
She swallows audibly, her throat bobbing.
"Go ahead and look, Aurelia. Imagine me stretching that hot little mouth wide open," I growl, working myself in rough pulls while she watches. "Imagine me between your legs, driving into your tight little cunt. That's what you really want, isn't it? Me inside of you, fucking you raw?"
She licks her lips as if she can't wait to taste me. Goddamn. She's going to ruin me.
"Answer me."
"Y-yes."
"Too bad. Open that perfect little mouth for your husband," I demand, stepping up in front of her. "Suck me like a good girl."
Without further instruction, she flicks her tongue out to taste me, placing it against the head of my cock. She moans as she takes that first lick, heat flaring in her eyes.
"Remember that first taste, cara mia," I growl, sinking my hand deeper into her hair. "You'll never know another. Now, suck."
She wraps her full lips around the head of my cock, sucking me into the hot, wet heaven of her mouth. Her blue eyes meet mine in a silent plea for approval. It's a simple act, yet the trust she offers so willingly in this moment makes my fucking chest ache.
On her knees with my cock in her mouth, she doesn't doubt me or herself. She knows she's safe here, and she fucking loves it.
"Good girl," I praise again when I hit the back of her throat and she chokes. But she doesn't pull away. Instead, she tries to take me deeper, fighting to accept every inch. A perfect mix of pleasure and power courses through me as I watch her bobbing up and down on my cock. Fucking owning it.
"That's it, cara mia," I pant, clutching tendrils of her hair as I urge her on. "Just like that."
She looks up at me with pleading eyes.
"You want to come?"
She nods frantically.
"Then do it. Come all over your fingers for me."
I don't have to tell her twice. She slips her free hand into her sweats, practically sobbing around my cock. My hand tightens in her hair as hers begins to move between her legs.
I pump my hips, fucking her face, unable to stop myself. She's too fucking sweet on her knees before me, giving me the world.
"Christ, Aurelia. You're ruining me." My voice is a low growl as she sucks harder, bringing me closer and closer to the brink.
When she cries out around my cock, shaking beneath me as she comes, I can't stand it anymore. I thrust into her mouth a final time, my own orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.
"Swallow," I order, panting as I shudder through aftershocks of intense pleasure.
She does, taking everything I have to give her without protest.
Her eyes never leave mine, the trust in them making me feel things I've never felt before. Seeing my seed on her tongue and the self-satisfied glimmer in those brilliant blue eyes—that's victory. So is the realization that the urge to possess and consume runs both ways between us.