Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 40037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“Oh.”
“Exactly.” He lowered, licking and moving down to my stomach.
Shivering, I opened my legs, wanting him to get to that spot where I yearned for his tongue most.
“Look at that pretty pussy.” He spread my legs open. “All mine. Every inch of her.”
I shivered.
He looked up at me. “Isn’t she?”
“Yes.”
Grinning, he placed the tip of his nose against my clitoris and inhaled. A wild groan left him. He looked back at me. “What do you want now, my lovely fiancé?”
“Lick my pussy.”
He smirked. “Say please.”
“Santino.”
“This tongue is yours. This mouth. This cock. It’s all yours.” He blew against my pussy.
I shuddered.
“But you will still beg.” He brushed his lips against my clit. “And you’ll beg in the nicest way possible.”
I shivered in desire. “P-please.”
“Hmmm.” He kissed my pussy lips next. Twisting and turning that tongue. Dipping it and lapping around my clitoris. I arched up, losing my fucking mind. Then, his tongue moved sinfully slow while his fingers stroked my pussy, fluttering and swirling deep, into me. His fingers pushed and then withdrew, fast and slow, in and out.
He pulled away and groaned, “Your pussy is so fucking sweet.”
Speechless, I parted my lips. My body was so hot, so ready.
“Fuck. I need to eat your ass too.”
“Oh wait—”
Without another word, he lifted my bottom up and dove his tongue into my rear entrance. But this was different from Brian. The feeling of his tongue in my ass was shockingly breathtaking and exhilarating.
“Oh shit.” Never experiencing anything like this before, I arched my back and urged his tongue to prod more.
He grunted.
“Yes!”
The feelings were so intense and I was so unprepared for what was happening to me that I could hardly take it. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. The thrill and the excitement of being so exposed and taken like this was consuming.
I gripped the sheets around me. “Please, don’t stop.”
So, of course he did.
He moved his face from my ass and lay me back down.
I pouted. “S-santino. . .”
“Be patient.” With a wicked smirk, he left the bed and stripped down to nothing before me.
Oh my God. Is this man really going to be my husband?
Naked and absolutely confident, Santino towered over me.
He was the epitome of male perfection—a living statue of a god. His torso was sculpted. His chest rippled with muscles and seemed to have been carved from stone, hard yet smooth. His tight abs and obliques were dusted with fine black hair. His hard, thick cock jutted out in front of him, swollen and throbbing. His balls hung between his legs, heavy and full.
Desire shook me.
I spread my legs wider.
He moved his gaze to my pussy. “What do you want, my sexy fiancé.”
My words were a hungry whisper. “Come here. . .please.”
He prowled my way. “You want this cock?”
“Please.”
“Hmmm.” He got on the bed and crawled toward me like a wild animal in heat about to fuck the shit out of its prey.
Then, he was on top of me in seconds.
“We’re going to have a lovely marriage.” His breath was hot against my neck. The weight of his body pinned me to the mattress. “Don’t you agree?”
My chest rose and fell. I was so fucking eager to have him. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” His cock was inside me next, hard and filling, pumping my eager pussy again and again.
“Oh!” I curled my toes against the sheets.
“Maybe, Kash?”
“Oh, fuck!” I trembled from his cock and his use of my nickname.
He grabbed my ass with his hands and lifted me up, shoving and pounding into me. He drove deeper into my pussy, and I could feel every inch of him.
“Santino!” I grasped at his back, needing to hold onto something.
He pumped deliciously into me. His heavy balls thump against my pussy lips in his erotic rhythm, delivering waves of pleasure running through me. “Not a maybe at all.”
“Oh!”
“Right?”
“Yes!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Santino.”
There was nothing else, but us. There was nothing but the wet sounds of our bodies rubbing together and rising in the space. There was nothing but my moans of desire and his growls of pleasure. There was nothing but the wetness of my pussy and the thickness of his cock. And the wetness of the bed and the heated sensations exploding and toppling through me.
I could feel the sheets beneath me, the powerful weight of his body on top of me and the press of his abs and the muscles in his arms and the sharpness of his cock as it plunged into me over and over. I could feel his muscular body against mine, his sweat sliding down the inside of my thighs.
Nothing could touch or harm us. My family mansion could burn down around us, but still I wouldn’t want him to stop. It was as if every pleasure I’d ever had was being discovered all over again. It was as if everything that I’d never felt came to me instantly.