Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“Fuck, look at you. There are not enough words to describe how incredible you are.” The words and the look in his eyes, there’s more than just desire. It’s a deep yearning, like if he doesn’t get his hands on me, he’d die.
“Nico, please touch me.” He prowls closer, until we’re toe to toe. Nico drops to his knees in front of my center, staring at me in one of the most vulnerable places any woman has. I watch as he breathes me in, a man who never has to be on his knees for anyone, not with being a mafia boss, yet here he is. Looking at me with admiration, head dipping lower. I watch as he licks his lips before I feel the rasp of his tongue sweeping over my bare flesh. The smooth wax that was just done a few days ago allows me to feel every single nuance that Nico bestows upon my center. Two hands slide between my legs, cupping the cheeks of my ass, pulling them apart, fingers gripping them greedily as he laps at my clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue, tormenting me until I’m practically weak in the knees, literally on the verge of falling in more ways than one. The orgasm is one of them; the other is my body falling, Nico doesn’t allow that, not the controlled man he is. I’m pressed down with one of his hands on my lower stomach. How he was able to move without me realizing it, I’ll never know, not when I’m in a Nico lust-induced fog. My back meets the bed. “Oh God.” I squirm beneath him, spreading my legs wider, wanting to give him as much room to work with as possible, feeling and hearing the wetness along with my heavy moans.
“Damn, you taste good. Rich, earthy, and mine.” He moves away from my body. A mournful sound leaves my throat, not ready for what was about to be an earth-shattering orgasm that only Nico can give me. I watch as he moves to the bed then pulls me up with him until we’re face to face, lying side by side. He grabs my leg and lifts it over his hip, opening me until his cock is settled at my center. The wetness coating his lips from my juices has me kissing him, not minding the taste of myself. Nico is much the same way. It doesn’t matter who goes down on the other, neither of us cares the second our lips fuse together, much like I’m doing now.
“I need you, Nico,” I mutter. My tongue traces his lower lip as I arch to get closer to him. That isn’t how things work, though. I know this about Nico, love it even. There’s not a chance in hell I’d ever change a thing. He’s dominant when it comes to our sex life, giving the time not to be a business owner. Not a worry plagues my thoughts when he’s in control, commanding me. It all turns off. It’s just the two of us, nothing else. There’s no mafia famiglia business knocking on his door. There are no contracts that need to be worked on. My creative side shuts down.
“You’re going to get me, but first I’m letting you choose. You want my cock in your mouth or sliding along the length of your cunt?” I’m flipped to my back with Nico hovering above me, and when my hands touch his heavily-tattooed arms, sliding the tips of my fingers from his wrists upward, Nico pounces. Before I know it, my wrists are above my head, one heavy hand cuffing them together.
“Like this, right here, right now, Nico.” To get my point across of what I want, I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist, tipping my hips up, dragging myself along the underside of his cock, my body rippling with need.
“Good. You can have my cock in your mouth later, much later.” He sits up, the tops of his thighs underneath the back of mine, spreading me out in a lewd way, his cock sliding along my slit. “You okay?” he asks after doing something to my wrists. It’s then I feel the soft velvet-like material they’re encased in.
“Perfect.” Nico whispered things in my ear the last time we were together, how he was going to tie me to his bed the first chance he got. I guess this is his way of making good on his promise.
“Now, where am I going to start.” There’s a gleam in his eyes, one that tells me he is ready to torture me, and I’m more than ready.
“How about on my lips?” I already know he will do whatever he damn well pleases. He’ll make me feel good while doing so, but that doesn’t mean I’ll get it exactly how I want it.