Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
She moaned against his lips and clenched her pussy around his shaft. “You’re making me feel so full, Joey, and you’re not even all the way in yet.”
He rested his forehead against hers, and they panted into each other’s mouths. “You haven’t felt anything yet, Marra. You’re so fucking tight. God, and so damn wet and hot.” In one swift move he was buried fully inside of her.
She let her head fall back against the wall behind her and closed her eyes. It felt like she was burning alive, like he was burning her alive. He started moving in and out of her, faster and harder, and she couldn’t wrap her head around the exquisiteness of it all.
“Marra, Christ, it feels so fucking unbelievable.” He pumped into her.
“Wait, we don’t have a condom.” It had taken all of her strength to say those words. He stopped immediately, cursed something fierce under his breath, and leaned down to kiss her.
“Fuck.” He shifted, pulled out of her, and then walked over to the coffee table to grab his wallet.
Seeing him naked, all of that hard muscle flexing under his golden skin, had a shiver working through her. He had tattoos, but she noticed that he kept them hidden under his clothing. Aside from his arms being covered in some tribal work, and a skull and two guns tattooed in the center of his back—the Bacelli crest—his golden skin could be seen.
When he turned back around he stopped to put the condom on, and she felt her eyes widen at the size of his cock. He certainly wasn’t grotesquely large, but he was big enough that she could still feel the soreness of when he thrust into her.
In a move that was surprisingly fast, Joey had her in his arms again, and his cock aligned with her pussy opening. He stared into her eyes, and then pushed inside of her in one even move. “Fucking hell, Marra. I swear you got wetter.”
Feeling him so far inside of her that there was no part of her body that he wasn’t touching stole any coherent words from her. He curled his arm around her waist, and she wrapped her legs around his hips tighter, stabilizing herself. With Joey’s hand by her head on the wall and his hand on her ass cheek, he started moving in and out of her.
The sounds of their flesh slapping together, of her wet skin moving along his in a very filthy, erotic way, had her pleasure mounting. The sounds that came from her were loud, clipped, and would have humiliated her if she wasn’t so turned on. The root of his cock rubbed against her clit every time he slammed into her.
“You feel so fucking good.” He ground the words out, and closed his eyes for a second before he opened them again and stared at her. Sweat beaded his brow, and he made this low growly sound when he slammed into her especially hard. But then he’d pull almost all the way out, slowly push back into her, and treat her to this gentler side of him.
He did this repeatedly, almost making love to her in a sweet way as he looked into her eyes. But then as if that was not who he really was, he’d slam back into her hard and powerfully, and kissed her until she felt like her lips would bleed. With each passing second he didn’t give her slow and intimate again, but fast and hard. The burn of her back rubbing against the wall heightened her pleasure, and she felt her climax mounting.
“I want to see you come, want to feel you milking my dick until we both go over the edge.” He reached between them and pressed his thumb to her clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves back and forth, kept that pressure right on her until she was swiveling her hips on him, trying to have him go impossibly deeper into her body.
He pressed his mouth to her ear, had his cock deep in her pussy, and had his thumb on her clit. His breathing was short pants, and she could tell he was close to getting off, too.
“You’re mine, Marra. Mine.” He slammed into her twice, applied more pressure to her clit until she was about to come once more, but right when she was there he slowed his motions. Marra wanted to scream out in frustration, but before she could do or say anything he grunted against her neck, barely holding on as well.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
She didn’t want to say that, because she knew if she did it would be cemented. Joey was not the type of man that would just let her walk away if she gave every part of herself to him. He was thrusting like a madman now, in and out, faster and harder, and she got so lost in the sensation, and the scent and power that came from him, that she felt herself falling over the edge once more. She came long and hard, and heard him groan against her neck.