Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
He moved his hands to my hips. “I love your curves. The roundness here. I can hold you, feel you moving. You have a beautiful shape. Perfect for children. Men stare at you, and you don’t even know it. I love watching you walk toward me, the way your breasts sway slightly, tempting me. When you leave, I watch your hips, imagine them between my hands. I wanted to bite your ass the first time I saw it.” He paused. “In fact, I still do.”
He pushed me forward, lifting me, and bent, biting one cheek. I gasped and started to giggle, and he did the same to the other. The giggles turned into laughter, and he straightened, pulling me back to his chest again.
“You are irresistible. Perfectly curvy. Any man who thinks less, is not the man for you.” He rested his chin on my shoulder. “A real man likes having something to hold when he makes love to a woman. I like your softness. How you feel when I hold you. How you move with me. Not a flat board, but a real woman.”
“Ah,” I whispered.
“I love that you’re short. I feel like a protector beside you. Your petiteness, everything about you makes me feel taller. Bigger. Stronger.”
His words healed something inside me, and I had trouble speaking. “Ah,” I repeated.
“You need to look at yourself and see all the good, Brianna. You are beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I murmured.
His intense gaze became sharper. Focused. He slid his hand down, using his legs to part mine, stroking my upper thighs.
“What-what are you doing?”
“I want you to see what I see when you come. How beautiful and sexy you are in that moment.”
He slid his hands higher and widened his legs, exposing me fully. “Watch.”
Mesmerized, I did as he instructed. He gathered my hair with one hand, holding my neck to the side as he kissed the skin, his lips teasing and tasting me. He used his other hand, gently teasing me, sliding a finger along my folds and touching my clit with light passes. He met my eyes. “Already wet for me. I love that.”
My eyes fluttered shut as he tapped my clit, slowly circling it. “Open your eyes. Watch. I’m going to make you come quickly, then I’m taking you back to bed and I’m going to fuck you.” He slid a finger inside me, and I watched as he withdrew it, seeing the glistening digit. “Like hot, silken honey,” he whispered. “I love seeing your desire on my skin. I love feeling it.” He added another finger. “Still so tight, Brianna. I can’t tell you how fucking incredible it feels when my cock is inside you. It’s a vise, squeezing me, sucking my come from me.”
His dirty words did something to me. He used his thumb on my clit, swirling it in maddeningly slow circles. He began to move his fingers faster, pushing them in deep, making me cry out as I felt my orgasm beginning to mount.
“Look at us,” he rasped in my ear, going back to my neck. I stared at our reflection. He was a dark shadow hovering over me. I was small compared to him, but I didn’t see myself the way I usually did. I saw what he saw. A woman caught in the throes of passion as he ravished my neck like a bloodthirsty vampire. I was caught up in the moment. My face was flushed, the pink racing down my neck and chest. My back was arched as I tried to ride his hand. He gripped one breast in his large hand, teasing the hard nipple. His other hand played me like a violin, knowing exactly how to touch me and when. “Let go,” he hummed. “Then I’m going to give you my cock. And you’re going to take all of me until I’ve had my fill.”
His words pushed me over the edge, and my orgasm crested. I was unable to look away, our eyes locked in the reflection, his golden stare hypnotic. My mouth hung open, and I cried out his name, bending and pushing to get closer. Higher and higher I rose until I couldn’t take it anymore and I succumbed. I was free-falling from fifty thousand feet, and I didn’t care if I survived the plummet. He turned my head, covering my mouth and kissing me so hard, I was breathless. Lost.
Then he found me. His touch gentled, his arms came around me, and his mouth became adoring. Soft touches, whispered words. He carried me to the bed, laying me out and hovering over me.
“One more, Little Bee. You’re going to give me one more.”
“What if I can’t?”
He slid inside me, and I gasped. He was big, hard, and he felt so good.
“You can.”
He was right.
Chapter Fifteen
BRIANNA
The world the next morning was filled with bright sunshine. The rain had cleared the air, and the sky was blue with only a handful of fluffy white clouds scattered around. I was in Dante’s bed, the blankets pulled up around me. His room was bigger than mine, the bed king-sized and the room masculine. His en suite was massive, with both a bath and a walk-in shower. I could only imagine how large the closet was. His balcony overlooked the back of the house where the pool and garden were located. The room smelled like him, a manly, clean scent with citrus undertones.