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)
I lean down to take one of those perky tits into my mouth, but Keira stops me by tugging on my shirt, silently urging me to take it off. I sit up just long enough to pull it over my head, before tossing it to the ground behind me.
Then I’m back on top of her, taking that soft pink nipple into my mouth, making her moan again. I feel my cock growing harder and harder with each flick of my tongue against her pebbled nipple.
She’s mine, all fucking mine. Her sweet strawberry scent urges me onward, and I want to take her—fuck do I want to take her—but she’s not ready for that yet. When I do get to feel her warmth wrapped around my dick, it’s going to be because she wants it, because she begs for it.
Another soft moan escapes her mouth, and I want to bottle up those moans and keep them with me all the time. They are the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. She moves underneath me, rubbing her leg against my dick, and damn is he begging for attention.
“I want to feel you,” I croak against her nipple, releasing it with a loud pop. I watch her chest rise and fall, her creamy white skin turning a soft pink right before my eyes.
“Okay.” Keira nods, and I reach down, fisting my cock in my hand. It’s heavy with need, and I wonder if she’ll be able to take all of me when the time comes. She’s so small, and I’m fucking huge—the two things just don’t go together.
Her beautiful eyes go wide with fear for a moment, and I realize I need to clarify what I want and what I’m going to do.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m going to bring my cock to your entrance, but I won’t go in. I just want to feel you. Feel your slit, feel your pussy quiver against my cock.”
“Okay,” she repeats “But please don’t go inside.”
Her voice is so fucking soft, sweet and trusting, it hurts. I don’t understand how she can still trust anything I say after what I’ve put her through the last two days.
I can’t fuck this up. I can’t lose control right now. Still fisting my dick, I bring myself right to her entrance. Her sweet pussy is still wet and so fucking soft, I want to plunge right inside her and never leave, claim her for myself—but I don’t.
Instead, I let my cock move upward, sliding between her wet folds and over her clit. She exhales a ragged breath as I thrust forward between her folds, my cock maintaining friction against her clit.
Her still overly sensitive flesh glistens against the head of my cock. And its the most amazing feeling I have ever felt in my entire life, sliding through her silky wet folds. It’s better than any sex I’ve ever had. Better than any killing I’ve ever done. I know I could come right now if I wanted to, but I need to savor this moment…draw it out as long as I can. Maybe even make her come again. I loosen the grip on my dick a little.
“You going to come again on my cock?”
“Yes...I think so…” Her breath hitches in her chest.
“Fuck yes you are…” I clench my jaw and move a little faster, feeling the tightening in my balls. Kiera’s fingers splay against the sheets, as if she’s reaching for something…needing something more.
I keep my rhythm the same and trail my fingers up her body, taking her puckered nipple between two fingers. I roll the nipple back and forth, watching as her eyes close, her hips lift, and her body shakes with an impending orgasm. There’s nothing like the little gasps escaping her lips as she falls apart for me.
Goosebumps prickle across her skin, and I lean forward, my body looming above hers. My lips find hers, and I up my pace, my cock begging and pleading to be inside her.
Not yet, big boy.
I pull back and fist my cock in my hand, pumping the fuck out of him, feeling the burning pleasure rip through me. Seconds later, I fall apart, my feet digging into the mattress and my heartbeat pulsing in my ears. I look down, watching as my release coats her virgin pussy, ropes of my sticky cum claiming her body as mine—only mine.
Another man will never have her, never touch her or taste her like I did tonight. If anybody tries, I’ll slit their fucking throat.
My orgasm rocks me to the core. It’s so fucking intense, it takes me a minute to gather my thoughts and get up.
“Don’t move,” I tell her softly, almost smiling. She doesn't look like she could move a fucking inch right now even if she tried. Moving away from the bed, even though I don’t want to, I go into the bathroom and get a warm washcloth.