Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Creamy, white, unmarred. She’s a specimen I want to explore over and over again. Her ass is plump, and each cheek jiggles as her body continues to shake.
“I’m going to touch you, but I won’t hurt you.” Starting at her ankle, I trail my fingers up her legs—all the way to the two perfect globes of her ass. The feeling of her warm skin on mine...there is no way to fucking describe it. God, she is beautiful, and pure, and fuck…I don’t deserve her—not at all.
“I want to taste you, Keira. Can I taste you?” I wait patiently—as fucking patiently as I can for her to answer. Time seems to stand still, and when a breathless, “Yes,” escapes her lips, I nearly come undone. Every muscle in my body, inside and out, tightens.
If I’m going to make her come, then it’s going to be when I can see her fucking face. I want to see the pleasure in her eyes, the way she reacts to my touch. I retrieve a key for the handcuffs and undo them with ease, then I flip her over onto her back. When I see her face, I almost punch myself.
She looks sad, angry, and tired...and I never want to see her look like this again. I need to take care of her. I don’t know why or how I’m going to do it, but I have to.
I crawl onto the bed slowly, all the anger seeping out of me, leaving me with nothing but the need to pleasure her—to make her feel the same insane need she makes me feel every single hour. Her eyes never leave mine, not even as I pull her to the edge of the bed. With my knee, I open her legs, and the sight of her pink pussy makes my mouth fill with saliva.
My eyes dart back up to hers, and I catch her watching me curiously, gazing at me, inspecting my every move.
I dip down between her legs and press a kiss to the top of her mound. Her legs widen, and a shiver rolls through her, and I love it. I fucking love that this is how she reacts to my touch. Most of the time, I’m not the giving type, but with Keira, I want to be all that and more…so much more.
With two fingers, I spread her silky, smooth folds, revealing her tight little nub. My gaze trails down to her pussy, and I know I’ll have to wait to claim that, but the need is definitely there, deep in my belly.
Exhaling, I lean forward and blow against the tender flesh. She shudders for the first time today with pleasure instead of fear, and I smile.
Without warning, I start licking her, flicking my tongue gently against her most sensitive part. A quiet moan rips from her throat, encouraging me to lick faster and harder. I look up at her, over her perfect pussy, to gage her facial features. Her eyes are closed now, but I want her to open them and look at me. I want to see the pleasure in her eyes.
I close my lips around her tight little bundle of nerves and start to suck lightly. Her body starts to respond to me. Her hips move probably without her even realizing it. Her body wants me, and just knowing that drives me insane.
Her lids finally flutter open, and I catch her looking down at me through hooded eyes. Her face is still red and puffy from crying, and she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I suck on her clit a little harder this time and her eyes close again. Her head falls back onto the pillow, her moans growing louder and louder with every lick.
Her hands fist the sheets, and I know she’s getting close. I keep working her clit with my tongue, watching her body move beneath me, begging for more without any words.
I lift one of her legs and rest it against my shoulder, opening her up wider—like she is a present I can’t wait to unwrap. Her back arches off the bed.
“Damon…” she cries out, my name falling from her lips.
I need to hear her say it again. I might fucking die if I don’t.
Her pussy quivers, and the taste of her sweet cream explodes against my tongue as she comes apart beneath me. I keep stroking her gently—up and down, up and down—tasting her over and over again, until I know every last tremor of her orgasm has moved through her body.
Gliding up her tiny form, I watch her eyes follow my every move. Indescribable desires pool deep inside me, and I have to see the rest of her naked. I grab the hem of her shirt and start to peel it off her body. She doesn’t try to stop me, and instead, lifts her arms to help without me having to ask. Very slowly, I pull the shirt over her head, then unhook her bra and remove it, revealing two perfect tits with dusky pink nipples just begging to be sucked. Her tits are the perfect size, one handful each.